As it Goes

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  • Life

    As it Goes

    The days are getting unbearable and the nights, forgettable

    Time is passing me by

    I can see it escape

    Taking with it my incandescence, the light that illuminates my spirit

    Day by day it gets less and less

    I want to save it but my motivation is non existent

    Drained of my fight

    I believe I am forced to be stuck with my plight

    How I wish I could escape with the time

    Get lost in it’s nothingness

    Ever fleeting

    Always moving

    Standing still for no one

    What a change that would be

    For the statue that is me

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    cheronld commented on As it Goes

    08-24-2010

    As women we struggle to find our place in the world often....we stumble and fall....but we get back up....like the song says..."A saint is just a sinner who fell down....and got back up"....nicely written...Cher
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    DAG242

    08/30/2010

    thanks so much, and you are so right.

    blvdobd2009 commented on As it Goes

    08-23-2010

    with every storm there is always some words of wisdom that encourages you to go on, thats what you gave to me, the journey of a true legend can often time be a weiry one, thank you and I pray that you get the words that you need to motivate you to keep going because you truly are gifted..
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    DAG242

    08/23/2010

    Life in itself can be such a harsh thing. But slowly my motivation is coming back. Thanks so much for your words and prayers.

    GabbyVilla commented on As it Goes

    08-23-2010

    Your poem really spoke to me. I can really identify with your feelings. You captured such emotion and beautiful imagery in few words. Remember it is never too late to re-invent yourself.
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    DAG242

    08/23/2010

    thanks so much! I really appreciate that, and yes...I'm trying to tell myself that everyday.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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