The Certainty Of Death

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.
 

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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.

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 22nd Feb 2021 17:19

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.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sun 21st Feb 2021 12:27

Thank you Nigel, that's a really flattering comment to both me and my poem, it really made me very happy to see.

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Nigel Astell

Sun 21st Feb 2021 02:27

The spirit of who you are
will always bring the person
who brings joy to all
always back to life.

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