Some say that illness
is all in your head.
Most continue to think that
even when you wind up in bed.
Alot of people agree
but some still disagree.
I am one of those
who strongly disagree.
I have dealt with illness
and I have seen pain.
I have met people
who have experienced the same.
Most people only shrug it off
and others only live with it.
There are still others though
who don't give a ****.
Most people see a doctor.
Others see their friends.
Then there are people like me
who see it to the end.
I am not a person
who will leave you when you are ill.
I promise to stand by you
no matter how ill you may feel.
I would stay by you
until you got well.
And if it would heal you completely,
my soul I would sell.
I have never broken any promise
so this I say to you.
I promise to always be there
No matter what you have to go through.
I will never let you down,
I will never stab you in the back.
And no matter where I am in the world
if you need me, I will always come back.
So I leave you
with one last little note.
And that will be all
that I have wrote.
No many how many times you fall
I will give you a hand.
I will always be there
to help you stand.

Times past, Times present,
Times that have not yet been.
No one can be certain of
What Time holds in store.
The only plausible course of action
Is to wait and see.
Maybe after a little while
Time will give you a break.
It will let you see
Something of what to expect.
But beware of how you interpret this
For the future can change
In the beat of a heart.
Nobody's future is set for sure.
When it comes to Time, anything goes.

Who am I?
Am I a sum of my fears?
Am I a sum of my choices?
Am I what my past has made me?
Or am I what I have made myself?
People tell me I'm one thing,
Friends tell me I'm another.
Loved one's tell me I'm something,
And this world tells me I'm nothing.
To see who I am,
To see what I've become,
That's something no one can tell me.
It's something I have to see for myself.
I've always said
Life is what you make it.
I've always believed
We are who we're supposed to be.
But the question isn't who we'll become.
The question is who I am now.
Once this is figured out
My life will move forward.
Once I figure this out
I'll be who I'm meant to become.
When that day gets here
Will I be ready?
When that day arrives
Will anyone be prepared?

thanks much, haven't been writing for very long but trying to get enough together to publish a book. about halfway there with over 300 writings. it's good to hear that there are others out there that enjoy my work.

hey y'all. i'm new to mingle2. just figured i'd speak up and see who's out there.

To only say I love you
Is to only speak half-truth.
To only say I miss you
Is to only speak half-hearted.
To speak complete truth
To speak whole-heartedly,
These are the speeches
That can't be said at all.
To say what I want
Requires no words to be said.
To look in your eyes,
To hold you in my arms,
To feel your heart
Match beats with mine,
These are the things
That speak louder than words.
These are the events
That make life worth living.
To say my ife is wanting
Without you as a part of it,
That is to say
The greatest understatement of all.
To have you near,
To hold you close,
To open my eyes
And see you here.
Those are the things
That give me hope.
Those are the days
I live my life to greet.

individualism and kind-hearted