Sometimes
I don't want
To wake up,
Instead,
I would rather
Curl up
Under my covers
And drift
Into another world.
Sometimes
I don't want
To go outside,
Just remain
Indoors
And create
A world
Filled with
Fairylights and chocolate,
Most times
I have to
Pull myself
Out of bed
And scrub
Dreams and cobwebs
Off my skin.
Most times
I have to
Face the brutal world
With demanding
Phone calls
And stress filled hours.
Most times
I don't get
What I want.
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that is possibly one of the most beautiful poems i have ever read. You are so far beyond "good" I almost cannot bear to stand it. A woman I knew battled cancer till the very end of her. Cancer had won, but she remained strong and asked that her life after death was to be a celebrated occaision. Please, continue with your writing.
xoxo,
calisunshine
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