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Thursday, May 8, 2008

Broken Twigs and Fallen Limbs

There is a place I do not know
A place I know I cannot go
There is a place I want to be
A place with peace and tall green trees
There is a life I do not live
A life I know I cannot give
There is a life outside of me
A life with joy, not misery
There is a will but not a way
A will to do what I cannot say
There is a will inside of me
A will to share, to heal, to be

5 comments:

Sammie said...

Hey thanks for reading and the encouragement. I really like this poem!

babyblueeyed girl said...

those are some awsome thoughts right
hope all is well

Sammie said...

One belongs to Alameda's youth group, and 3 of her friends. They're 12, except the down's syndrome girl, she was 11.

Sammie said...

thanks Nate! I will surely pray for you... ewwww lock-ins are the worst invention ever, even when you're feeling great. hope you get better soon!

Amanda said...

Can you not have that life? Or do you just not have it right now?