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Beginning the End
The Sun is sinking
waves washing over my feet.
I dig my toes deep into the sand,
seagulls occasionally come to greet.
Take a deep breath
Sit on the big rock nearby,
Watch the Sun sink deeper,
more seagulls fly.
More emotions thrash,
more waves crash
Sun sinks even deeper,
leaving numerous stars to appear.
The beach is silent
the riseon Moon emits a glow
It won't be the same again.
One day, I'll have to go.
Leave a bit early,
The end is spreading through me
I have to remind myself constantly,
I must spend my last moments happily.
Take in as much sunshine
from the numbered days I've got,
Conflicted in emotions
Neither rainfall, nor drought.
It's taking over me
Stripping me of all hope
Flashing right before my eyes,
There are some things with you just can't cope.
Drinking up all my peace
Flooding me with fear
No point in being depressed,
No point in shedding a tear.
It has turned into my enemy
which happens to be right inside of me,
I don't know much strength I have
I don't know how much stronger I can be.
Some things have no solution
Some things have no cure.
The pipes and therapies tell me,
my future is unsure.
The waves thrash and throw
I am ankle-deep in sand
I want the waves to wash my fear,
take and guide me by the hand.
But I'll need to leave a bit early
Because the end is spraeding through me
I have to remind myself constantly,
I must spend my last moments happily.
Take in as much sunshine
from the numbered days I've got,
Conflicted in emotions
Neither rainfall, nor drought.
I look up at the sky.
The stars are calm and clear,
No point in being depressed,
No point in shedding a tear.
No need to get worried
Because the Sun will soon rise above,
And I will finally be free and happy
Because I'll be watching from, that same above.
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As I turned the last page of 'The Fault in our Stars' by John Green, I immediately thought to myself, This needs to be a poem ASAP. So it is.
The poem is narrated by a girl who is diagnosed with general Cancer and turns to her favourite spot, the beach, for emotional support.
I want you to know that even if you are teetering towards the end, you still have a choice, no matter how next to impossible it is. You have it.