Carrying On
A poem about being a ghost at the important moments.
Is this all that there is, forever
Sorrow fills the soul when one considers this fact
Missed are the days when one could feel light like a feather
So hard, it is, when fast approaching the final act
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Memories of yesterday fill the mind with fondness for those gone
Once upon a time it was all so great
Life was something beaten, as the hero won
Now spiraling toward the lights at the gate
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Will the trip be this way until the bitter end
Seems unfair to change that which hurts most
The compus is something from which not to bend
So, one must continue, through the world as a ghost
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The ache is growing, at times, so maddingly strong
But carry the pain is all that is left for some
To bring one in would be so wrong
And you must push back all those that might come
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Growth hit when the worst became true
A less selfish soul for thee
Alas, you know that you deserve it, too
But it's not something that again you will see
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Since finding out that I had a cancer that would "Kill me" according to the experts, it's impossible to deny that I now regret not finding the one. But, if it were to happen now, knowing what I know, I'm not sure if I could allow myself to enjoy that feeling.
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Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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Wow! You expressed this pain so beautifully. I'm so very sorry you're going through this. I hope you don't give up on finding the one. That person could maybe help you through it or at least face it. This is the most poignant thing I've read this week. All the best. 💜
I’m so sorry to hear about your diagnosis, this is a blessed poem. As are you, sire 🥹🤍🤍🤍.