Willow

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for the three poems I just posted, I want you guys to tell me how you interpreted each one and what you think the concept of each one is.

POEM 3
          
          "Comatose Sister"
          
          I was walking home day one from work. 
          Beat dead tired, and wary from the walk, I collapse on my couch no farther could I go,
          I ask myself everyday, if I could go back, what would I change? 
          And again I always answer the same.
          
          
          "I would never change a single thing I have done, for it has gotten me to where I am today. 
          I was able to open my dream business and I was able to make it big, 
          But not everything is meant to stay, I guess."
          
          
          So as I walk again day two from work, 
          Day two changes to day three.
          And so on and so forth. 
          The days slowly merge together and mush into one.
          So now, here we are, day 2,656.
          I want a change, within these boring normal days of my life.
          I get my wish, just not in the expected way.
          
          
          I woke the next day, recieving a phone call from a hospital up in Spokan, Washington. The news I got, just devastated my soul.
          
          My sister was laying there in the bed, in a hospital gown.
          Tubes running in and out of her,
          A machine helping her to breathe, instead of on her own, 
          They told me that she was comatose.
          
          I felt my world tilt and turn upside down.
          "She is what?" I would ask with a trembling voice, but answer was always the same. 
          "You have a Comatose Sister."

Poem 2:
          
          "You Don't Know Death Like I do"
          
          Death
           It is a cold feeling that envelops your entire being 
          it doesn't stop and it knows no bounds
          
          You panic when the feeling comes, yet you're calmed by the peace that accompanies it.
          It confuses you
          It appalls you to no end, of why you are calm when it feels like you are free falling.
          
          The feeling of free falling is a feeling of falling weightless.
          You are like a feather in the wind, yet....
          Gravity is your enemy.
          
          It pulls and pulls and pulls, you down towards the ground that ends you.
          
          Your body is the holder of your spirit.
          Your spirit is what keeps you anchored to reality.
          
          That young girl you walked by today, cat calling her, 
          Making her feel uncomfortable in her own body, 
          More so than she already does. 
          
          Yeah. That girl that appeared on the news today for jumping off a building. 
          I know death better than you do. 
          
          I have met death face to face.
          And we have sat and talked for hours on end,
          When in reality, it is only two minutes and 43 seconds.
          Yeah.......
          I know death better than you do.

Three poems that I wrote myself.
          
          Poem 1:
          
          "A Broken Girl in a World of Perfect"
          There was a girl who saw the world of perfect, as imperfect
          For she had seen the dark side of the world already at a young age
          For she saw the perfect world as imperfect as a broken girl seeing through a world of perfect
          
          There she went about her day, through the world as she saw it.
          Everyday, she saw a mask being put on and taken off, 
          By her friends, by her parents, and by everyone she went to school with, she wondered why she had seen these, 
          If they were so important to keep hidden away, in this world of perfect that she knew not of.
          Then why was it that she saw it?
          Why was it, that she saw these masks that were being used in this world of perfect seen through an imperfect and broken girl's eyes?
          
          Now, don't get me wrong, when I tell you that the broken girl in this story, has not gone so far, that she won't ask anything about what she sees.
          You see, the broken girl, she asked one of the perfect people, in the world of perfect that she still knew not of, why they were putting on, and taking off, these masks of their's.
          What she got in response, was not something she was expecting.
          What she got in response, was ridicule, hate, mocking things, and regret for asking in the first place.
          
          And once again, she was shown the dark side of the world, in this world of perfect, that she still sees as imperfect, that she still knows not of.
          She watches as they struggle within themselves, 
          She watches as they tear each other down and apart, and as others build each each other up.
          You see, she takes to virtue, to heart, and to mind, how these supposed "perfect people" act around each other.
          
          And she realizes then, that they have built themselves up in their world of perfect, that she knew was imperfect.

TODAY IS MAH B-DAY!!!!!!

3 days til my Birthday!!! Wooohooo!

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UPDATE!!!!
          
          I AM IN THE CLEAR! I REPEAT! I AM IN THE CLEAR! 
          
          My CAT scans came back clean, meaning no internal bleeding or things like that, but, I DO have a concussion.