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Five


High-five!

Five o'clock news

Five best friends

Five...

The fifth month

The month that six best friends became...

Five

This is Kiersten's month--

Her life ended this month.

My life paused this month

To mourn.

to grieve.

To breath.

To think.

To remember.

to...*sigh*

to begin again with new vigor

five is rebirth

five could become

six

or

Seven (with a little extra effort)

it's up to me

to make the BEST of this situation

five could get me down

could make me fall short

OR

It could be the END of a long cold winter

leading into the bright

New

Intoxicating green of spring

 

March

this month is her death

and my re-birth.

All I need is me

I am enough to do this

and I will.

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I am a quirky person. I have many passions. however, my emotions tend to get in the way of things. some day I might even learn to use the hurricane inside my soul to fuel the fire of passion that drives me. so thanks for reading my poems. I am not very good at the spelling or the grammar. however writing makes me feel better. I am currently using this poetry to help me work through the death of my best friend. I am really struggling with the loss. I do apologize for her being the center of all my poetry. however if you are trying to work through a loss I would really suggest writing about it. it is the only way I know how to cope. I am not a good writer. however I hope you like some of my poems.

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