This illness
will not take me
will not break me
will not make me.
When I was small,
they hid from me
on the playground.
After a few weeks,
it broke me,
and like a lost dog
I wandered the yard;
fell to the ground,
scraped and bleeding.
But I got up again.
I kept on playing.
When I walked away
in search of my passion,
they said I would never
achieve it; they said
many dreamed but, few
could live the dream.
I faltered, many times,
but I got up again.
I kept on dreaming.
I’m down again,
but not for long.
Not this time, not yet.
There are loves to hold,
and bucket lists;
stories to mold,
and children to miss.
With you, I’ll grow old;
only then, our last kiss.
I keep on living.
February 28th, 2012 at 11:26 am
Heather, My goodness but that poem is amazing. It is very powerful and I’m sure one of your best. And I know your health is going to improve. Lots of love, Heather
February 28th, 2012 at 12:09 pm
Love you, thanks so much.
February 28th, 2012 at 11:42 am
bang….life comes at us fast…we choose to let it take us out or get back up…and in the getting back up and striving on…we set the stage for others to do the same…
February 28th, 2012 at 12:08 pm
okay everyone has to stop commenting or I’ll be crying all day.
thanks brian, hugs.
xx
February 28th, 2012 at 12:52 pm
Life is a struggle sometimes, but to keep getting back up, takes courage…a melancholy poem, but ends with a lot of hope in those ‘bucket lists & children’
February 28th, 2012 at 1:12 pm
Loved this – seen so much of it- in my own way, but I’m sure we all have – hence, this poem’s greatness.
February 28th, 2012 at 2:50 pm
love the whole message in this…the continuing to dream..maybe against the odds..the moving on..the fighting…
February 28th, 2012 at 6:24 pm
I loved this…life can come at us fast…luckily love has no expiration date
Peace to you
February 28th, 2012 at 7:41 pm
Heather, keep those cowboy boots on. They’ll see you through anything. If I can really be your Canadian Cowgirl Big Bossy Sister, here’s the important set of instructions: It’s possible to love your illness without allowing it to define you or take you over. My QiGong Master tells us our love turns illness into butterflies that we watch fly away.
Powerful poem by a powerful writer.
February 29th, 2012 at 7:41 am
This is so inspirational…exactly what I needed to read today (fell twice yesterday, but got up with assistance:-) Thanks for this.
February 29th, 2012 at 3:55 pm
Glad to have helped in a small way. Take care.
February 29th, 2012 at 12:41 pm
nice ot have someone with whom to grow old
cliffhanger
February 29th, 2012 at 3:55 pm
Yes, it is. Thanks for reading!
February 29th, 2012 at 1:16 pm
If ever there was a poem about the struggles that life presents to us – then this is it. So powerful. So heartfelt. You know, whatever is happening, we have to live like now is the time, no second chances- I just wish I could remind my self of this every day- maybe ill read this
February 29th, 2012 at 3:54 pm
Thank you so much for this. I will visit your blog often.