I wrote these two poems during a bleak, black period in my life. July 25 1989

Tired of Fear; I turned to Hate,

Tired of Pain; I turned to Rage,

Tired of Living; I tried to Die,

Tired of Failing; I decided to Live,

Tired of Losing; I decided to Love,

Tired of being a Victim; I became a Survivor,

Tired Now, Even of Just Surviving-

I Want to Win.


July 1989

Silently, I have Sat Alone in the Dark;

Finally, Free from the Past of Pain;

Desperately, Alone with my Fears;

Knowing, But Uncertain how to face Them;

Quietly, Allowing them to Overcome Me;

Slowly, I reach out in final Desperation;

Again, this thing called Fear Grabs Me;

Quickly, It chokes the Breath from Me.

Again, in Desperation,

I Breathe


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