My breath of fresh air

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    My breath of fresh air

     My air was sick...clouded by hurt and rage and pain.  Then I was born .
    Still my air was sick  clouded by lies and anger and hate. Then I was torn.
    I was torn by the enemy of my own thoughts of denial . my own words of abuse. My mind told me things that were there and things that were not there but I did not know the difference.  How do you know what is true if your own brain lies to you?  My air was sick, my brain was wrong my brother was my breath of fresh air. breathing life into my sick little head. raising my esteem, helping me along, protecting me from other evils.
    My air was sick until my brother breathed fresh air into my sick little mind and made me smart, and me strong. My breath of fresh air came from my brother. My self esteem came from my brother. My hope, my pride, and my peace of mind. My air was sick....clouded by hurt and rage and pain no more.

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    EinStud commented on My breath of fresh air

    09-03-2009

    Wow! This is good! I would consider more "Prose" than poetry, but what do I know? There is a deeper meaning, more questions, in this poem that is not seen on the surface. How is it that a newborn could have these feelings before being born? Could it be that life is forming you long before you are born? Maybe the feelings were already tthere inherit to the Earth, and the newborn walked into them. I understand that these questions don't reflect towards the main theme of the poem, but as a thinker, I think. - EinStud
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    jiminyCRITiX

    09/04/2009

    The newborn was born with a mental illness. That is something a parent wouldnt realize until the child was old enough to interact, and then the parent would probably go into denial. But a brother. A brother keeps an open heart and open mind to his sister, he sees no flaws, and yet tries to fix the flaws even though he doesnt know they are even there. A brother is someone out on the playground protecting the sister. Uts a beautiful thing. Not all brothers are so good. My brother was the best.

    Tempy commented on My breath of fresh air

    09-03-2009

    i'd like to have your opinion on some of my things i think you might get some sort odf insight if you want
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    jiminyCRITiX

    09/03/2009

    I would like to exchange opinions

    jiminyCRITiX

    09/03/2009

    Tempy, I cant find your poems?????

    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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