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25 poems·Since July 2013
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second chance at life

July 29, 2013
How do you expect me to make it in this world? A world so full of hate, A world so full of lies and betrayal, A world so corrupt it's almost impossible to live? I know not your reasoning for this, but , GOD I ask thee . . . . . Why am I hear!?! Why this time and age? Why haven’t you left me in the dust?!? With all I have done wrong and all my mistakes . . . . . How can some one as pure as thou love me?!? How can some one as heavenly and perfect as thee forgive me? Someone who is as stupid as I and worth as little as I. . . . . How oh GOD, can you love such an idiot as I? Someone who is nothing in the eyes of everyone else!?! I stand here on the edge of this bridge, . . . . . Ready to jump. I am waiting for your answer, however. . . . . My mistakes and trials run through my mind and the more time passes by, the more tempting it is to jump. I have waited long enough! . . . . . My thoughts finally take me over and I jump! ,but, . . . . . Time stops as my body leaves the edge of this bridge. I open my eyes to see my life flashing before them. I see the lives I changed, the people I saved, the people I loved. I feel all thy love at once and how wonderful it is. Then I see what could have been and what I was capable of, . . . . . I see my potential. I see my world. I see my friends and family as if from an angels point of view. Finally I see the light of the world and the good times of the past. As a tier drop hit’s the road eighty feet below, a flash hits my eyes and when I reopen them, . . . . . I open them to you standing before me. You hug me, put your hand on my shoulder and say all is well and tell me everything is going to be alright . Then you snap your fingers and it all rewinds. I’m standing once again on this bridge ready to jump and I have received your answer . . .. . I am unique and powerful. I am me. I step down with a feeling of great worth and continue my life as if it were a miracle, but, the truth is . . . . . We are a miracle and if everyone saw what I saw that beautiful day the world would be perfect and pure. I may never know why you gave me this second chance and this message, but i'll never ask why because all I have to say is . . . . . Thank you for everything! This is my second chance at life and I will use it wisely to say . . . . . All you girls are beautiful! All you guys are amazing! I will use it to say . . . . . We are great and worth so much to each other, Yes we are all miracles . . . We are ourselves.
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