OblivionA Poem by Anne LyonsThere was a time when it was all easy. Then one day you realize you miss days when you were young and oblivious to the facts that are life. It changes, and never promises. It stings almost instantly when you've finally found some peace. And with our own medicine we try and fight the virus with every ounce of strength we have left at the end of the day. Sometimes we find it in the people who have stuck by our side or, if you grow to be wise enough, you learn to fight it by running; with no intention of stopping. © 2014 Anne Lyons |
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