I am someone

I walked past a dead face
even though the person was alive

I saw my eyes in the mirror
and cried at the sight

I looked at a person I didn¹t know
and I met a friend

I got heads to turn
when I walked past

I learned a lot about myself
when I lost a new friend

I cried every tear in my body
when I thought about love

I got hit bad
then got back in the ring

I climbed a mountain of rocks
and saw an eagle fly over- head

I heard terrible things about myself
when no one thought I was listening

I realized I was strong
when I didn¹t cry when it hurt

I found out who I was
when I was with someone else

I thought I was lost forever
when a friend found me

I held a life in my hand
and it was my own

I was a pawn in someone else's game
so I surrendered to a brook

I walked the fine line between surviving
and not wanting to survive

I still am, I am someone

Annastasia Aressia

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    ALREADY_STORM says:

    "I want to give you something, my brother[NA],
    for we are drifting in the stream of the world.
    Our lives will be carried apart,
    and our love forgotten.
    But I am not so foolish as to hope that
    I could buy your heart with my gifts.

    Young is your life, your path long, and
    you drink the love we bring you at one draught
    and turn and run away from us.
    You have your play and your playmates.
    What harm is there if you have no time
    or thought for us.

    We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age
    to count the days that are past,
    to cherish in our hearts what our
    hands have lost for ever.
    The river runs swift with a song,
    breaking through all barriers.
    But the mountain stays and remembers,
    and follows her with his love."

    2nd September, 2007

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