SomedaysA Poem by Geralyn MillerSomedays, dreaming costs too much, and hope is an alien concept.
Somedays, living is all I can do, and not necessarily very well.
Somedays, breathing takes too much effort, and yet I still continue.
Somedays, writing is a lifeline and reading the life preserver.
Somedays are harder than others, but,
Somedays sing. © 2011 Geralyn Miller |
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3 Reviews Added on February 18, 2011 Last Updated on February 18, 2011 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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