The Answer
by Jamia Hines
THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER
Suffer Deeply, crying out loud for help
Falling, slowly screaming
Wondering, what will I do
Jumping, and it's not for joy
Walking, and it's not for my health
Fighting, not because I'm mad
But Crying, only because I'm sad
Praying, not because I'm depressed
Leaning, but doesn't look like I'm falling
Wishing, not necessarily hoping
Begging, but I'm not needy
Searching, but I haven't found it
Looking, and still ain't gonna quit It's coming, but it hasn't came
Playing, and it's not a game I'm doing all these things
But sometimes life just doesn't bring THE ANSWER
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