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Heavenly Reflections
1. Describe the mind of Terri Schiavo...
never do you think ,
that your prison will be your mind
and your body will lose its purpose in time
nor do you see that you are your families down fall
birthed as Terri but destined to die as a cause
I watched from my windowed eyes,
as they fought so hard,
Live or Die. . .
mother I love you, I know just how hard you've tried
my father oh father, I've seen the strength dwindle from your eyes
it was then I knew it was now my time
and my beloved husband, what a monster they have made you seem
if only they'd stopped judging and place them selves where you've been
if only they could feel your pain as you prayed and rubbed my face
would they know you are truly filled with sorrow not hate
as an accident one day turns to years
how did it come to this,
a prisoner trapped in-between lines
ensnared in my own mind,
as my own family is at odds for my body
arguing the state of my mind,
to the state to over turn my fate
as I watch acts of love turn to actions of hate
I could only watch as it starts,
the decisions of a parent to barring a child
or a husband's memories stinging with the way I use to . . .
I would shed tears for both sides,
yet they would only travel the extent of my mind
bringing forth the realization I'm already dead
as exam after exam bore fruit there was nothing left
and hope was barely a faint step
I asked my self what really is there left ?
I've changed from the Terri every one knew,
to the body of a women who's mind doctors aren't sure will come or go
and then it happens, the protests
PLEASE give Terri life, FEED her its only right
yet they see not the pain,
that my condition has inflicted
on me and my family my mother and father, husband and siblings
know not of the torture of purgatory drifting
so on any given day my thoughts. . . they vary
I begged the Lord to give me strength, just enough to end it quick
or show me away to deal, all this over me what a compound burden this is
as I sit on this cloud reflecting on it all now
a prisoner of circumstance,
watching what I love and whom I loved turn to tatters
and me become nothing more then a shadow . . .
so as I watch the doctor remove my tube . . .
and see that look on my husbands face turn simply grim
I understand there in I'm entering the end,
so I pray that one day my family will be whole
and know that I understood both sides
and I'm proud at how hard they've tried
but I wonder what if I was able to speak,
would they have listen when I said my family is more important then me ..
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"No bodies going to love me like me so i'm a soul provider" Joe Buddens
"So for all you wana be's who's attitude is shitty God don't like ugly but he aint to fond of pretty neither" Lyfe Jennings
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