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Friday, July 26, 2013

Poetry Jam July 26, 2013 The Year 1985


1985
The year before 1986
The year I lost three
So much pain inflicts 
Emotions at sea
Abandoned by death
and negligence
I could hardly take a breath
Sorrow so pendulous
As the timeless clock ticked  
I began to breathe
And life again clicked 
I began to believe 
In myself 
And in life


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8 comments:

  1. Some years are very memorable, for better or for worse. It sounds like 1985 was one of those years for you. It is so important to believe in yourself, and I am glad you do...again!

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  2. It's hard to lose loved ones, but we must continue on. Life is for the living.

    Very well done.

    Have a terrific day. Big hugs. ☺

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  3. When poetry comes from a place, pain this deep ... it hurts to read the words.

    Amazing write, Kathe.

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  4. !985 does not sound like a good year for you.

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  5. oh...that one is hard...like a punch in the gut...to lose one much less three...hugs...i am glad you found life again though....

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  6. This sounds so sad. I hope it's not biographical. Thanks for visiting my blog.

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  7. Everyone has a year like that, i think -- it makes or breaks us. It made you.

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  8. Oh, how tragic... that year will never be forgotten.

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