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A Poem by Emily B

I am sick to death

of words

like symptom and side effect.

Tired of being concerned

with diagnosis

and prognosis.

I am lost in a hazy maze

of terminology

that doesn’t

comfort

and doesn’t cure.

Bound by patterns

of exercise

and medication

that only bring me

a little closer

to that better day.

I am not quite ready

to embrace the

recommended

lifestyle changes,

I am the woman

my mother made.

© 2010 Emily B


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Oh dear dear dear, I can only say oh dear.. I know what that is all about having suffered your road for 11 years, and I suffered to the point I really thought death would be a better option to life. Just remember one thing, when you think after many years all you want to do is die, you'll most likely finally make the changes you need to make to be well again.. And I hate to be a kill joy but state of mind is a good deal of it. Much love Emily.

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Very well written piece here. So much genetics seem to plague us. This was very truthfully told here. Nice work.

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Oh dear dear dear, I can only say oh dear.. I know what that is all about having suffered your road for 11 years, and I suffered to the point I really thought death would be a better option to life. Just remember one thing, when you think after many years all you want to do is die, you'll most likely finally make the changes you need to make to be well again.. And I hate to be a kill joy but state of mind is a good deal of it. Much love Emily.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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This is moving and really the message so well presented. Beautifully done...

Posted 14 Years Ago


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This is a great poem for expressing how you feel and letting the world know that your are ok being you. The flow is easy to follow and the topic is a deep one.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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fabulous. this mental torture made by others but you walk away from it spiritually, that's how I understand this poem. I know one cannot walk away when you have family and children. Loved this.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Someone once told me the symbols in dreams are subjective..but I think 'selective' would have been a better word choice..
because w/ all the data from Jung and Campbell and Jaynes and the quantum physicists, there's far too much evidence in the value and power of decisions
so there's all these universal and personal truths that shape and guide our lives, and we've got a wealth of information and mis-information to wade through
and if we're diligent and/or lucky we'll find some sort of peace and useful methods/techniques to guide us that are right for us, and also if we're lucky we'll find a handful of people to treat us w/ the same respect and admiration that we wish for ourselves and others.
So, yea, that said, keep going..make all the mistakes and forward progress you can..accept all the joy and insight you can from this mixed up and beautiful world
I've seen a hornet savagely attack a butterfly..I've seen a flying grasshopper get smacked by a sports car and lie in the middle of the road..and I'm not Jesus but i touched it and it flew away..I did the same for a dragon fly who flew on some guy's chest on the beach..that time there were witnesses..I didn't claim to be a messiah..i was just some hungover a*****e who was laying in his own vomit on the deck by the pool the night before who'd read a book about trauma as it relates to the animal world
it really doesn't matter if I'm an a*****e or who thinks I am or am not. it only matters who I try to be I think..and if I'm wrong..well, I had a couple semi-original thoughts along the way..it's hard to believe w/ the infinite array of universes that anything is original or that anything is exactly the same as anything else
IDK it's fun to ramble at midnight...whoot!

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It's the "Emily" in you that will get you through.

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Emily i loved how you said 'i am still the woman my mother made'..i feel many of us have been through what you express so lucidly here,to be trapped in this thick hazy complexity of words.I read the phrases I am not quite ready

to embrace the

recommended

lifestyle changes,in more ways than one though.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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Great write...........and one I needed to hear today, you are so right, so many people telling you how to live,what to change etc, and then I wonder if anyone is listening to me at all!
Great flow and a nice rant!

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This is Excellent!!I can relate...Very good indeed! :)

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