Years ago, I wrote a poem about a dark chapter of my life and called it "The Presidone Years". It was given to a selected few, but after an event today, it seems as a duty to revisit those years.
After so many lives have once again crossed my path,
It brings back those times,
The stripping of the facade,
And the making of a real person,
Long ago they saw me,
I knew everything,
I feared nothing,
Because the physical seemed so real to me,
But slowly, it was stripped,
But slowly, it slipped,
But slowly, it faded away,
First the flesh,
And then the muscle,
But still, I had hope,
I hoped for better,
I was strong and can beat this,
All by myself,
The war was being lost,
And everyone knew it,
Except not me, but I,
I had hope,
I was my own team player,
MVP, King and Knight,
And could barely stand up to be a pawn,
And one day, I saw a glimpse,
Of the casualties of the war,
And finally I realized my failures,
And I dedicated myself,
To be not only better than what I was,
But believe in a team that needed me,
As much as I needed them,
To build once again the strength,
But this time more than the physical and the mental,
For at last I realized and saw,
Faith,
It will become my foundation,
That will help hope become better,
That will help the team become better,
That will build a house that nothing can never destroy,
Years has passed,
And I look back at the disease,
That almost took me,
And I remember what the basis of the word,
Dis- not at,
Ease- state of normalcy,
I am no longer at that basis,
But I don't forget,
I am part of a team,
And can't be an I anymore,
And now I use strength beyond,
The physical and mental,
I use the strength of the divine,
That he gave to all,
All that I am blessed with,
Was finally opening my eyes to see,
And maybe someday,
So will you,
So will you,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-10-20 at 08:20
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The Predisone Years Revisted!!!
After so many lives have once again crossed my path,
It brings back those times,
The stripping of the facade,
And the making of a real person,
Long ago they saw me,
I knew everything,
I feared nothing,
Because the physical seemed so real to me,
But slowly, it was stripped,
But slowly, it slipped,
But slowly, it faded away,
First the flesh,
And then the muscle,
But still, I had hope,
I hoped for better,
I was strong and can beat this,
All by myself,
The war was being lost,
And everyone knew it,
Except not me, but I,
I had hope,
I was my own team player,
MVP, King and Knight,
And could barely stand up to be a pawn,
And one day, I saw a glimpse,
Of the casualties of the war,
And finally I realized my failures,
And I dedicated myself,
To be not only better than what I was,
But believe in a team that needed me,
As much as I needed them,
To build once again the strength,
But this time more than the physical and the mental,
For at last I realized and saw,
Faith,
It will become my foundation,
That will help hope become better,
That will help the team become better,
That will build a house that nothing can never destroy,
Years has passed,
And I look back at the disease,
That almost took me,
And I remember what the basis of the word,
Dis- not at,
Ease- state of normalcy,
I am no longer at that basis,
But I don't forget,
I am part of a team,
And can't be an I anymore,
And now I use strength beyond,
The physical and mental,
I use the strength of the divine,
That he gave to all,
All that I am blessed with,
Was finally opening my eyes to see,
And maybe someday,
So will you,
So will you,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
Read 428 times
Written on 2006-10-20 at 08:20
Tags Presidone
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