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Changes

In the many years I've lived
I've come to know one thing is real.
My heartbeat even sometimes is fake,
and my vision biased.
But I know what is real.
The pain I felt and the
scars my skin harbors is there.
It's not a dream that I can just
shake away when I don't want to deal with it.
My changes are both positive and relieving,
but negative and painful,
and in the end they've shaped me to be
who I am now writing this poem.
A month ago, I couldn't stomach myself
in a mirror - lived without them.
But now? Now I see something worthwhile
every time I see that reflection.
I'm not ashamed of what I've done,
of the pain I've inflicted upon myself
and upon others.
I'm not going to mourn for days
a forgotten friendship - people come
and go on the interstate of life.
But I will always cherish every person
who came to my world and made a positive
change.

Written by Cinny

Published 4th May 2012

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Got to bring up Don

JAZZMANOR

4th May 2012 7:00am

This so reminds me of a favorite song by Don Henley, called "My Thanksgiving". Despite the title it applies to any day of the year.

A sample:

"And I don't mind saying that I still love it all
I wallowed in the springtime
Now I'm welcoming the fall
For every moment of joy
Every hour of fear
For every winding road that brought me here
For every breath, for every day of living
This is my Thanksgiving

For everyone who helped me start
And for everything that broke my heart
For every breath, for every day of living
This is my Thanksgiving"

Thanks for sharing your words here.