Body, Mind, Spirit Magazine

InnerSelf

By Phoenixwriter @naesnest

InnerSelf

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Without you on my side, how can I make it?  What do I do when those I love have given up? They are the ones whom I draw my strength on.  My burden in on overload. I draw too much.  I am breaking them down as they struggle to hold me up.  Over four years back and forth the war rages.  Exhausting us all.  We have  traveled  the stages – skipping 1, hitting two, leaped over 3,  dead-stop  #4.

 please don’t give up on me.

4 is the final stop. The new number for bad luck. A miracle can save, treatment extends life.

 please don’t give up on me.

I see hope slipping away from family and friends. No longer able to hide behind the mask. I see the color drain from their faces, even when my eyes close.  It grows more difficult  to hold onto the positive. When many around me are shattered, my diagnosis such a blow. I am truly placing my body into healing hands, words, thoughts  ointments  and prayers. When I feel  pulled  down and depressed I  look  for a reason to lift myself out.

 please don’t give up on me.

I look toward my faith, my  spirituality, my soul.  I am reaching within my essence, the core of my being. I meet myself for the first time. My  reflection  shines in my inner pool.  The pool is infected, but I am still there.  I find life and happiness. Memories, some good – some bad.  I see a good loving life. A good heart. Full of love. Grace, sensitivity and life.

Please don’t give up on me.

I am saddened for causing such grief to others. This hurts as  much as my outward pain. Pain both inside and out. The physical and emotional.

Please don’t give up on me

I reach inside my pool of life. I form words while I destroy cells. Pop,pop, pop like packaging bubbles.  Busting bad cells finding myself, my being, my words. God I pray my words bring strength back into all of those eyes which are upon me.

Please don’t give up on me

I hold onto happiness, onto my inner self tight.  I clasp the hands of God.  I will be saved, I will survive.  Whether my feet will continue to walk this path, or whether they crossover into a land I’ve only imagined, I will be OK. I will find happiness again.  I will be  awaiting  for you.  I will unite with those waiting for me.

Please don’t give up on me. 


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