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Self Poetry There are times when one needs a hammock to relax;
So, one doesn't have to receive or send a fax.
Dr. Hammock was my neurosurgeon's name;
But, her car accident death was not good for he staying the same.
For, she was a good doctor, but she medically neglected me;
But, my parents were too blind to see.
For, they neglected their child as well;
A long time ago, I wished they'd all go to hell.
But, now them, I must forgive.
So, I can allow myself to live;
It's not easy living life as one who is always recovering;
But, often new things, I am discovering.
I am discovering I can get on with my life;
I need self-expression, anti-depressants, stimulants and depressants to be Jacob's wife.
Besides, there are worse tragedies from which I can't hide;
Like my sister having committed suicide.
That is something I'll never get over;
Not even with a lucky four-leaf clover.
I have also been through much physical and mental abuse;
But, I have to move on eventually with no excuse.
Now, on to a brand new poem, I must get;
For, it doesn't help anything to be filled with regret.
