When you hear me call out for help,
I wish someone would listen,
Hearing your pain when you scream,
The pain so much to bear,
Alone,
Locked away,
Hidden,
Divided instead of multiplying,
Are their ears…
To be continued…
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Jixi Fox
I wake each day saying,
I am blessed to be alive,
Working everyday to live my truth,
And not a lie,
I try to take it lightly,
On those heavy days,
The ones you see me look off,
In a gaze,
As if I am in disbelief,
Like it is really me,
That was given another day,
To breathe,
Even though I live with many pains,
Seeing others come and go,
Wondering what I have done different,
To not be that way,
Or as in time,
Will come when it’s ready,
These thoughts come to me heavy,
Every loss in the world,
Teaches you a lesson,
On how you can avoid pain,
But as you avoid one pain,
Another pops up just the same,
As you march forward,
Trying to win more glory,
You won’t truly know,
How to be a winner,
Without failing or losing,
You get the morale of this story.
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Jixi Fox
The writing is on the wall,
It’s either change,
Or stay the same,
I really can’t blame myself,
Broken for most part of my life,
But held myself together,
To want to jump off the cliff,
But still I bungee,
So I won’t hit the bottom.
I have to do it now,
Before it’s too late,
To not leap,
Attempting to fly,
To see if I truly can.
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Jixi Fox
