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truth

by  o11ie

Posted: Wednesday, August 9, 2006
Word Count: 100
Summary: I was feeling sorry for myself, it was tragic, there was violins, over eating and well you get the picture. So I wrote this, in an attempted to get some perspective on my life.




Imagine waking up
To broken glass
And pounding ears
No medicine
Or clean water
For your broken spirits

Imagine waking up
To a locked door
And the sound of keys
No long walks
Or smiling women
To liberate you

Imagine waking up
To a strange language
And the guns of foreign men
No understanding
Or compassion
To hold onto

Imagine waking up
To a kick in the ribs
And a snarling dog
No cup of tea
Or kiss on the cheek
To warm you

Imagine feeling grateful
For the things you’ve got
And letting go of the things
You’ve not