Do not stand at my blog and weep
I am still here;
I'm only asleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my blog and cry,
I am still here;
I did not die.
x
About Me
- Nikita
- I'm Nikita and I'm whatever you want me to be. I am a bipolar nothing. A student with no course. I am a writer and a critic. I'm a southerner who strayed north. I read with closed eyes. I take anti-psychotics and mood stabilisers and anti-depressants. My arms are littered with scars. I'm a dreamer who woke up. I am in love. aloha x
My first ever award, Thank you Patricia!
5 comments:
That poem is absolutely brilliant niki. really. Wow. Im at a loss for words, but its nice to know youre still there!!
Thanks Laura, but I didn't write it - google it. I just edited in a few words - blog is supposed to be grave... But I'm not dead.
i didnt think you were! lol, its still good.
Glad to hear you're not dead, Niki! *wink*
:) well i'm closer than i was yesterday...but that's a bit of a morbid thought. So i'll shhhh
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