Almost

by Cuddles   Jul 26, 2006


I almost told him everything,
but fate played against me.
I almost bared my soul,
but I guess it wasn't meant to be.

I almost lost myself
to the sadness that consumed me,
but sanity won again.
Still I couldn't be happy.

I almost asked him to stay,
but the words wouldn't come.
I almost stopped living.
I kept hoping I'd go numb.

I almost lost my life to depression.
It was hard to surmount.
But what's important is that I'm still fighting.
Almost doesn't count.

(c) Mary Barren

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  • 17 years ago

    by Bhavin

    Hi Cuddles,

    Waiting eagerly for your next masterpiece. Bye!

  • 17 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Wonderful Mary, loved it, supremely well spoken!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Bhavin

    A truly motivating poem for readers like me... i salute u for your never give up attitude that u displayed through this poem...

    dear cuddles...
    its a pleasure to read this poem of yours...

  • 17 years ago

    by Bill Turner

    It always counts...beautifully done. Hang in there.