yesterday's pain

for many a human being i was stuck in the wilderness in pain for the last few years but i changed the circumstances to my gain and became a poet so what of pain? read my poem on pain again and again alas vanish shall ur and her strain, my face too was glued to a pane ,...........

My box of tissues is by my side, I’ve been that girl and more. When I was in Primary School at the age of ten years old I used to look out the window at the rain; I was always drawn to the rain when it was heavy. I only got brought back to the real world when the teacher thumped me in the hand with a ruler or a belt, as I didn’t hear anything but the rain and my thoughts. My mum had MS and we looked after her and the house from a very young age. She died when I was only fifteen years old and I ended up in a single bed-sit room and well, the rest is a long story. So I totally love this write and relate to it completely. Brilliant Faith. Xena xxx Quote: Science is what you know; philosophy is what you don't know. - Bertrand Russell

You have carved out a great poem with simple idea. Your language is great and its simplicity holds my breath. Lovely piece of literature. Ayaz Warith

The title is great and the first few lines drew me into reading the rest of your poem. my favorite lines: and she knows that tomorrow will be the same for all she can feel is yesterday’s pain Always, Cat

This poem is very powerful, written with hope and despair, a hard combination to achieve with success, but you've done it with this piece. thanks for sharing with us Richard

This is a very finely crafted poetic gem Faithmairee. A very silky smooth flow to the poem, which is so well expressed. I see a lot of myself in the subject of the poem - same old story in life - just a different day but it is another day given to me, to do the very best that I can do and that I endeavour to do with all my heart. Life is seldom as we would like it to be but it is the life we have and it is our responsibility, we have a duty to do the very best we can with the time we have. Excellent penning Faithmairee, which tells a very poignant story of the other side of the coin of life. With the coin of life, we may spend it how we will but it is the only coin we have, so we need to be very careful what we spend it on! Thank You so very much for sharing Faithmairee, God bless you always!

Awesome.

she stands at the window cheek pressed to the pane while the last trace of summer becomes drenched in the rain her eyes are set in a ghastly stare while the day wears on but she doesn’t care there is work to be done which she hasn’t begun and she takes a deep breath then begins to hum slowly the evening arrives and trying hard not to cry she sighs wishing that she weren’t alive and she knows that tomorrow will be the same for all she can feel is yesterday’s pain I'm holding my breath with each good poem in this website,you really amazed me with your work. Mona

DAMN! the moonman beat me to it lol.powerful........scribbler

You portrayed your image well here. I liked it and I only got stumped up a little on this part: My suggests follow, you may use or not at your own discretion slowly the evening arrives and trying hard not to cry she sighs wishing that she weren’t alive slowly the evening arrives she tries hard not to cry weeping in her sighs, wishing she weren't here and alive I dont know let me know if that you like or not. It is your piece I just offer up my suggests and feedbacks. Love-Mona xoxox

My question is what I suggested worth anything as I see you checked off the boxes for moderate crit, etc. I just need to know so I do not impose the wrong thing when I make a suggestion or two. Maybe it is the mechanics I dont get. Anyhow is you will please let me know if my suggest helped any or not. Thank you my Faithful Floridian. Florida Gal Love-Mona

That is great so I know and it is good to review from time to time like I do with my older work. Thanks and have a great day talk later off to work Love Mona

superb poem i loved it all but the first stanza reeled me in! just wonderful pain and suffering i felt it ! with much love shirl.... shirley harrison