The person that I want to be
dies every day.
I never know exactly when, or how.
Sometimes it is sudden,
Sometimes lingering,
I often struggle, I often cling,
Sometimes, fatalistically, I just give in
But the person I want to be dies every day
Sometimes many times.
all that I am effort failure intentions meditation SEND parent short poem
Yes, a part of us may die, but a new one may be born. Or reborn. Or, in the old adage, as one door closes, another opens.
Thank you Nigel, that's a really flattering comment to both me and my poem, it really made me very happy to see.
The spirit of who you are
will always bring the person
who brings joy to all
always back to life.
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Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Mon 22nd Feb 2021 17:55
Thank you for commenting Stephen, all true. This is more in the sense of who I want to be as a person, how I want to treat myself and others, what sorts of feelings and reactions I want to be capable of, or how I want to be treated and what sort of outcomes I want to gain from each day in terms of time spent and memories made etc. The poem contains a lot of pathos in every line but the last line is the true strength. It means I don't stay defeated and keep on trying.