For Terri who inspired me. Poetry is not my forte but occasionally I dabble.
I walked through a darkness that shouldn’t be,
That grips my heart in icy cold,
And whisper a prayer that all would see
My undefeated soul.
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I avoided Life’s deathblow,
And now walk with head held high,
For all the world to know,
That somehow one day, once more I’ll fly.
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I wipe away one last tear,
And move mountains as I go,
For I no longer walk this place in fear,
No matter how hard the winds may blow.
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I know not what lies ahead,
Nor how heavy the challenge may be,
But I’m alive not dead,
So by choice I’ll succeed.
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