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Poems about Life Struggles

Life Goes On
G-d Loves Mrs. H.
The Nobodiest Somebody
Once there was nobody who spent much of his time preoccupied with becoming somebody
The Child Within
Marveling at simplicity
Realizing divinity
A child is alive,
Within, she does hide
I watched my aunt.

She saw me staring.

The etchings on the soft underside of her forearm were as black as the dye she raised to her head.

When she moved her arm, the symbols moved with her.
My Baby
More than the baby Yearns Does the mother
You Cradled Death
Dear Brother,
You cradled death
in your arms
where there should have been life
Irena Sendler
Her photo stares at me dreamy and melancholic
Like golden October leaves against a sunny blue sky.
She bends gently her oval head towards her right shoulder
That carries the anguished burden of the world.
If I Would Let Myself Tell You
If I would let myself tell you
Where I’ve come and gone
If I would let myself tell you
How far I have run
If I would let myself tell you
Where I now stand
Then maybe you could help me
And tell me you understand
Fill the Empty Spaces
Fill the empty spaces of your heart
The vacant crevices of your soul
With that which completes you
That which enhances the inner peace within you
A Divine Sign
She has a sign on her wall,
much like The Writing on Wall
saying (as she’s praying):
This too shall pass
I Want to Climb
Waking up each day
Preparing for the flight
So worried not to lose my grip
So tired of the fight
The Power of His Name
In Memory of the Fogel Family
If she would have been there,
If they would have been awake,
If the world called a nation
Wouldn’t be so full of hate
In her secret, secure moments she loses the bad parts of every story
Healing with the Seasons
Waiting for a child is hard . . . recovering from a miscarriage is even harder. But it seems to me that G‑d in His mercy designed the seasons to help us through the healing process . . . and cushion the blow . . .
And so she smiled
As sweet as can be
In the face of the monster
Called reality.
Beating Pain
Oh pain! Oh pain! There's something you should know,
Halt now, surrender, and listen to what I say,
Every time you hurt, I only thrive and grow