Untitled (March 28, 2011)A Poem by therisa
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Hope is eternal In the way We place our faith That tomorrow will be A better day. Yet There are times I find myself In total conflict With this school Of thought. Feeling like I have lost Whatever control I have over my life. I know This sense of lost Exist only In my head. Given the huge strides I have made Over the past 3 months Yet Why does this feeling Exist for me? I will admit My physical body Can be controlled Only so far Before it starts To break down On its own. Like the current situation With my arthritic hands Making my daily routine An exercise In applied patience As the pain and swelling Limits my mobility. In some ways The physical limitations Are easier to accept Than the psychological ones Why I do not know But find it Totally frustrating. Sigh Maybe tomorrow Will be a better day I can hope. © 2011 therisa |
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2 Reviews Added on March 28, 2011 Last Updated on March 28, 2011 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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