Poem -
Given the choice
I would rather lose my body than my personality.
Count your lucky stars not your fading ones.
I would rather say my raw than bullshit myself.
Count the years you've had not the suffering ahead.
I would rather announce fuck off my choice.
Count on your intuition it's often right.
Abnormal is the card I've been delt.
Count me out of more treatment, count me out if you're going to kill my inner sanctuary.
If I'm the fading star that's okay with me.
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Comments
You shine, my friend. No fading star are you. You shine! I hope you manage to kick this bastard far, far away from you x
Thank you. Maybe I should have put shooting star. Thanks for the smile. I hope that your life has got you grinning.
OMG...acceptance and inner strength shine in this work, it is so powerful a write ...it nearly kicked me! There is a bitter sweet tone to it Liliana, a bitter resignation as if the subject is struggling with a deep deep issue ..I loved this write ...hugs ?
Wow I am glad it sparked something for you. I hope it was a good spark. And adore that you understood my bitter sweet tone. You are very sweet and soulful.