I’m Not Giving Up On You
An ode to your strength
I’m not giving up on you. Though the tough times keep flowing I’ll be there to make sure you keep going.
When you think no one will be there to lift you up I’ll be right there when you fall and I’ll pick you up.
I’m not giving up on you. Don’t let the enemy put deceit in you. When you think there’s nothing left inside I believe in you.
Trouble shows up faster than you can blink, but always remember there is more good than you think.
I’m not giving up on you. Obstacles have a way of knocking you off track. Don’t worry because I’ll be there to watch your back.
Difficulty loves to come by the layers. For every time they come you are in all of my prayers.
Sometimes life is so hard you can’t take it, but I’m not giving up on you. It’s my goal in life to see you make it.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm5 days ago in Fiction
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gorgeous & gloriously uplifting! Well done my friend! BRAVO! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
This was so empowering, optimistic and uplifting! Loved your poem!