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Sep 25
poem 2 comments challenge: Past-General2
CierraMist47

One Year

One year.

365 days.

8,760 hours.

525,600 minutes. 

3.154e+7 seconds.

A life time I can never regain.

A friendship long passed,

But a person never forgotten.


One funeral

About 1,000,000 tears shed.

10,000 embraces.

5,345 times I said,

“I am okay.”

A person too young to lose.

A soul still with us in our hearts,

And a memory that lives on.


One year.

I never said goodbye.

I try so hard to stay strong.

I make the best of the life given to me without you.

I remember the memories we shared.

A life without you is a challenging one.

A year without you tested my limits,

And I am glad I can say, “I made it through.”
 
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Posted: 09.25.17
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  1. Dramatic456
    Sep 25, 2017

    This is incredible. The heartbreak and pain are evident even through a screen, and your consistent use of statistics in the first two stanzas works well. The last line is a great show of the strength you went through in that one year. Keep writing!

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  1. CierraMist47
    Sep 28, 2017

    Thank you so much for your feedback, I really appreciate it more than you know. I am very happy you enjoyed it! I have been dormant on the YWP all summer/most of the fall, so I am glad someone enjoyed the first piece I posted since being active.

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