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By Rhiannon Phoenix
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Days, months, years, time.
Everything feels as though it's simply floating away.
Days, years, months, and I'm simply here, watching it go.
Wasted.
I am here, yet I am not here.
Drifting away in the arms of illness.
Self destruction.
My body disintergrating with every passing day, every passing minute.
It's mine, it's gone, it was, yet it never is.
I have lived,
I have died a million deaths.
Yet I live on, just.
My eyes seeing death and destruction.
My heart seeing the beauty and wonders of life.
Which one will win?
I'll let you know.
The stars still shine above me,
the sun still rises and sets.
The earth keeps spinning below me,
I hope I have no regrets.
For I am both life and death.
I am illness and I am health.
I am destruction, and I am creation.
I am all there is, and all there is resides in me.
I can only wonder,
what this outcome will be.
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Welcome to ABC Rhiannon. I
Welcome to ABC Rhiannon. I think somehow this poem has been posted three timess. If you go into edit, you should be able to delete the other two
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I'm pleased to see another
I'm pleased to see another 'Rhiannon' on here!
A very wistful poem, with much realism. This present creation and life is full of contradictions with delight in its beauty, and health, and frustration with the present dire problems and ill health, and disappointments with one's unfulfilled intentions. I suppose I would question 'I am all there is, and all there is resides in me', though I think I know where you are coming from. I find the help of Christ now, and a promise for a perfect creation that makes sense, and encouraged perseverance possible.
regards, Rhiannon
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Hi Rhiannon.
Hi Rhiannon.
I was pleased to get the explanation because I wasn't sure of the meaning. But it makes sense now.
Enjoyed.
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