Wailing, moans, sobs… this I heard as I worked away.
Ripping, tearing, screaming… a being tumbling into the abyss with no bearings.
Crushed dreams, shocked being, a heart bleeding, life seeping to death… this I heard.
Those days I remember… but had forgot. Would I ever forget… I thought not.
Yet, here am I waking, sleeping, working, playing, facing each moment with hope and strength.
Miracles, miraculous… just words, yet look at me then, look at me now… miraculous, miracle.
This shawl of life I give to you… wrap tight around your shoulders, your heart, your being…
Wrap tight, hold tight, for life returns little by little…
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The Survivor 
Donna…this is so poetic. A beautiful, beautiful poem and tribute to the miraculous miracles of your journey. 💗
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Thank you dear Laurie!
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