The BeginningA Poem by Margaret Marie HubbardI had an experience once and this is only a glimmer
I succumbed to the many hands as they pulled my body
Everyone's face was withered Their teeth and noses rotting Hot like ash they beckoned my withered soul down I twisted and turned fighting Submerging in flames that drown I noticed the figure of my father Sitting crossed legged in a chair He'd been dead for 15 years So I knew he wasn't possibly there He watched as I struggled Keeping time with his foot and watch Why were there tears in his eyes And a brightening light just a blotch It grew with the beat of a drum Strengthened by its beckon I cried I managed to break from the palms Their sweat dripped off me as I died. A smile appeared on his lips And I ran to the arms of my past He brushed free the hair from my face But I knew the comfort couldn't last. He held my tiny hands with his own He'd been waiting for me to accept That this place was no longer my home I forgot all I'd be leaving behind The pain and the loved ones still stuck But I knew my struggle was over This beginning was not just pure luck As my eyes could finally see The crowd cheered and gathered How could this much love be for me © 2014 Margaret Marie HubbardAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 15, 2014 Last Updated on February 15, 2014 Tags: Near death, heaven, hell, love, hope AuthorMargaret Marie HubbardTXAboutI have harbored many secrets within my life and have always taken to writing as a form of expression. I only recently began to open myself up to criticism by sharing the plots and journeys of the char.. more..Writing
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