No matter the friends, family members around us we still feel like an outcast. For each individual has his/her own battle to fight, things to achieve and questions to answer. Till the time come for us we just have to complete our purpose and fulfill our goals...nicely penned Cindy...take care.
Even sadness has so much purity in it. Everything written is coming from heart & that's where it pinches while reading.
Death will not take our beliefs away or the impression that we leave behind.
Time to celebrate the breaths we have :)
Loved your poem & congrats again for winning the contest :)
We can be amongst friends or family and still feel like we don't belong. We all have a purposes in life we may not know what exactly it is at times but keep on going and fulfill your dreams and goals. A sad and we'll penned write. Take care
5 years ago
by Ben Pickard
A fully deserved win Cindy and a truly excellent write - well done on this and great to see you with a new poem posted to your account.
Take care and I hope you are well,
Last poem of my mother's I ever got to hear. She knew she didn't have much time left when she wrote this. 5 short weeks later she lost consciousness and passed there after. Reading it now brings a lot of emotion forth.