Not going back

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    This is a song i wrote  month's ago, translated to poem

    Not going back

        Look inside of me, I fall apart...

      And for the life of me, I can't make it stop...

     I wish that i could be, so much more...
       
      Look at my family, we are so torn...

     I don't want to go back, to the way things used to be!

     I don't want to go back, to scares that bleed! 

        I search for peace of mind, for my soul...

       And i tell myself, I've learned to grow...

       So i take my time because i know, 
    that everything in life, has been a stepping stone...

      I don't want to go back, to the way things used to be!

       I don't want to go back, to wounds that want heal themselves!

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    1990lh commented on Not going back

    09-26-2009

    wonderful job i really enjoyed this read great job plz keep it up
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    stealingnov

    09/26/2009

    thank you

    scrye commented on Not going back

    09-26-2009

    wow great imagery. As far as the poem itself..... The prose is wonderful and properly placed, flow is there and once again the imagery is spot on. This lady poet says BRAVO and keep posting. I will always read. great work i'll give it a ten most definatly.
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    stealingnov

    09/26/2009

    thank you

    Teesel commented on Not going back

    09-26-2009

    This is good...I can relate..it's kinda what I am going thru right now...Good writing..look forward to reading more of your work..If you go read mine I think you will see what I mean..Please read and rate mine..thanks
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    stealingnov

    09/26/2009

    thank you

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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