Torn

A poem about coming to terms with the cards life hands you

I'm torn,

Live the life I was given or end the life I lost...

Should I put an end to my life?

And if so at what cost?

I know some people will love it

So I wonder... Can I rise above it?

Can I really forget this pain and simply move on?

Can I really live without "it"? Can I carry on?

Life... life... life...

How miserable you are

You give me a taste of happiness and then you take it all away

As if my soul is in the palm of your hands and you crush it...

And then you crush it some more...

So you can crush it another day

Are we so insignificant that we are pawns to life? If not life then what are we pawns to?

Is the reason for my birth simply to suffer and live in strife?

If so then is there a way out of this life?

Is there something I can do? If so then what should I do?

How do I stop this rifle pointed to my head?

I want to know how to end this cycle before I'm dead

I lost my strength... I'm so weak

I feel it being sapped day by day... For me to rise, first I must fix this leak

And what "tools" would I require to accomplish this feat?

Perhaps a supportive family, good and loyal friends that are there for you no matter the weather

A few nights on the booze will make it better...

Or so I thought

Then I stopped and rethought

Should I be distraught?

This is not my dream; this is not what I sought

Where's my happy ending??

Like a loser always defending...

Never attacking

But I suppose that's life... Always adapting

TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS... Or so they say

Well... Time has healed it

Hill has killed it

Take all the negativity...

Twist it

And shape it into positivity

It wasn't easy, it took awhile

But once I realized that "it" wasn't worthwhile

My heart and soul where finally at peace

I'm god's masterpiece

And no one can tell me otherwise

He has a plan for me and it's unwise

To steer from his plan

I'm ready to take the high road and do what I can

Nothing and no one can wipe the smile off my face

No one can take my place

YES I AM TORN... But I’m FIXING

My heart was broken, but me and Hill are stitching

Piece by Piece we'll put it back together again

And one day we'll be able to share LOVE forever again

SO FOR ALL OF YOU DISSING

YES I AM TORN... BUT I AM FIXING

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Take all the negativity...

Twist it

And shape it into positivity

It wasn't easy, it took awhile

But once I realized that "it" wasn't worthwhile

My heart and soul where finally at peace

I'm god's masterpiece

And no one can tell me otherwise"


This was a great poem of positivism...Bravo...............

[Hilario Alves]

Thank You :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)................