Beyond Amputation
It feels like its over
Trembling mountains
And I’m the defeated rubble
Given no chance for climbing
The peek that I stood so high
Seemed just a tale of what I was
So what remains of amputated legs?
A will spirit to stand
But standing remains impossible
I begin once over crawling for life
Copyrignt 2011 Nasra Al Adawi
The gift of willpower sparks
Labels: Nasra Al Adawi, Willpower
posted by iamnasra at 1:36 AM
5 Comments:
We must continue on, or die.
Your words express well.
I wish for you and Zi a happy year ahead.
poignant poem, Nasra...I don't subscribe to the idea that life a game of success or failure...but such feelings are seen as phases where we confront the fullness of life...and its good to have because that makes us alive as well, i think,
wishes,
devika
Hi, Nasra.
Liked your poem, its good to see goatman and Devika, are always on
yes... there is always a" beyond"...
powerful piece!
Devika has a point there my friend
Just imagine that you are responsible for everything that has happened to you up to now in your life. That’s part of respond-ability that I’ve talked about so many times. And when you finally decide that you are responsible for your own life – for what has happened in the past – you will find that you get an immense rush of freedom.
You can decide right now what you want, and you are in charge of making it happen.
Those who have self-doubt with no game plan of substance will self-destruct.
Wishing You Well
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