It hobbles my day.
It haunts my night.
I’ve found no cure,
No end in sight.
This is my plea.
This is my plight.
I strive each day
To win the fight.
And live each day
With all my might.
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Tags: live, poem, poetry, reactive hypoglycemia
We all know that everything I write is Amazing and Awesome. I get informed of that fact several times a day by my second personality.
Just remember that what I have written here is Mine. I hate to go all two-year-old on you, but that's my hard work and it's staying mine.
Now if you see something on here that's just cooler than eskimo snot, and you just Have to use it somewhere in your life, please let me know and I'll see if we can work something out (actually, my lawyer will tell me if we can work something out).
Re-blogging, however, is highly encouraged.
That’s a beautiful poem!
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Thanks! It happened really fast. Strangely I can sit for in front of an open word document and come up with nothing. When I need to create something for my little audience…it just flows.
Thinking of writing out my poetry into the blog, then publishing them when I get enough for another book.
Thoughts?
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I like that idea. I know it’s worked very well for a few other bloggers. 🙂 Right after I hit “publish comment”, I thought I should add that it’s particularly lovely because it can be applied to any problem. 🙂
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lol, that’s what I realized while crawling into bed after writing it.
I think that will be the plan from here on out. Write my poems here, then publish them as a book when there are enough.
Thanks. 😀
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