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All I’m Good For – poem
poem, Poetry, WritingMy poem titled “Semicolon”
cancer, Inspiration, life, new, poem, PoetryMy poem titled “Once Again”
poem, Poetry, WritingMy poem titled “Undone”
Life, new, poem, PoetryI had been undone
So slowly and tenderly
That I didn’t realize it was happening
Somewhere mixed up
In all the pain and the grief
I was changing
Into something more
Than I ever knew I could be
-Collins
My poem titled “Blue Sky”
inspiration, life, new, poem, Poetry, WritingI had gotten used to the clouds
Casting shadows over my life
And raining down on my dreams
Drenching them until they became so heavy I couldn’t lift them anymore
The crashing of the thunder didn’t startle me like it used to
I remembered I had seen a clear blue sky once
And it was so beautiful and calm
That I had committed it to memory
But that was so long ago I didn’t bother to try and remember the details
Because it hurt too much
I turned my eyes skyward today and I saw it
A brilliant sliver of blue, peeking through the clouds
It was accompanied by something I had never seen or felt before
The sun
It warmed my face, my skin, my soul
I watched as the golden rays began to dry my dreams
One by one they expanded and lifted from the ground
Shining in an untapped brilliance
I gathered the dreams together and like a bouquet of helium balloons, I tethered them to one another and used them to carry me skyward
I needed to reach that sliver in the clouds
I needed to push the clouds apart and have my blue sky, my calm
-Collins
My poem titled “Spinning”
cancer, Life, poem, Poetry, sad, WritingMy poem titled “All the Time”
poem, Poetry, WritingMy poem titled “April”
poem, Poetry, WritingMy poem titled “Picture Me”
poem, poetry, WritingPicture me the way I was
The way I ought to be
Before this sickness got ahold of me
Like glue
Please see me through
All my broken days, broken days
Always say ,
you’ll picture me like I am
Just like a friend
Stick with me straight till the end
Begin again,
My cracks are starting to show
And I guess we both know
That time sometimes blows
And goodbyes come too soon and too slow
Picture me like you saw me that day
When you asked me to play
A song we both knew to get lost to that way
Smile like you did when you asked me to stay
With you.
-Collins