Today, I will start by posting a poem I wrote on my personal blog. It was written when I felt really low worrying about my daughter's health. I am still worried but I hope that time will help. Here's the poem:
I’ve got to….
Take it one day at a time
Looking forward as I climb
Living life’s daily journey
And whatever it holds for me
I’ve got to….
Take each day as it comes
And don’t ever succumb
To fear and negativity
Nor be in its captivity
I’ve got to….
Learn to be strong
No matter what goes wrong
There are those who need me
So this fear I must set free
I’ve got to…
Cross the bridge when I come to it
Don’t let unhappy thoughts bend my spirit
What is the use of worrying
When its not going to change a thing
I’ve got to….
Learn to be happy and thankful
Life can indeed be blissful
When you regard small things
As a great blessing
I want to have peace and tranquility
So I must strive for stability
Living one day at a time
Taking each day as it comes
Take it one day at a time
Looking forward as I climb
Living life’s daily journey
And whatever it holds for me
I’ve got to….
Take each day as it comes
And don’t ever succumb
To fear and negativity
Nor be in its captivity
I’ve got to….
Learn to be strong
No matter what goes wrong
There are those who need me
So this fear I must set free
I’ve got to…
Cross the bridge when I come to it
Don’t let unhappy thoughts bend my spirit
What is the use of worrying
When its not going to change a thing
I’ve got to….
Learn to be happy and thankful
Life can indeed be blissful
When you regard small things
As a great blessing
I want to have peace and tranquility
So I must strive for stability
Living one day at a time
Taking each day as it comes
Written by MG on 17 July, 2009.
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Note: The image is from AllPosters.com It depicts how I felt at the time I wrote the poem. The other side looks blurry and misty and I don't know what is on the other side but there is no other way and I have to cross it. "What is the use of worrying when it won't change a thing." My friend asked me if I really meant that because she could see that I was still worried. I told her that I will try my very best. I will try my best. That is all I can do. Do you find this poem dark or inspiring I wonder?
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