Here is hers:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x7852862For Peggy (got my own style of poems, so bear with me please)
He sat there alone in the bottom of the mine shaft
A hole he helped to dig, in hopes of finding something
And today, as he dug for his gold
It collapsed in on him
In the darkness he sat, and lit a smoke
The light from his match was a welcome, yet brief, comfort.
From his pants he withdrew a flask, this may be my last he thought
As the embers from his smoke brought a brief light into the darkness
God willing I will emerge from this place
A better man
My kids have seen me in a darkness not far from what I am in now
Depression and alcohol enveloping me as does this damned dark
If I emerge from this cocoon of death I pray thee Lord
To let me become the man I always should have been
I risked it all for dreams of something more
When all along I had it right there in front of me
I drowned all the pain over feeling I was a bad man with booze
When all along it was the booze that kept me from feeling them and life
I crawled into this deep hole hoping each day to come out a better person
When really to those that needed me most I was loved for just who I was. Me.
Near death he finally passed out in that hole, his oxygen running low
until finally they reached him and pulled him out of that place into sunlight
And like the worm who becomes a butterfly he spread out his arms
And then held his kids. His wife.
He finally learned to fly
When the man he was died
And he became the man he always wanted to be
When he saw the man he was
He looked back then at where he had been
And realized that it was not where he ended up that mattered
It was the journey.
It was the flying with you in this life that made me free
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