This poem is kind of for...Kikyou i guess. I truly hate kikyou, don't get me wrong, but i just hope that some of the kik bashers out there will read this and try to understand how hard it would be for her to keep on living knowing that her life is truly false; and that she can never achieve anything, that she must only sit there and watch time pass, because she knows that should she greatly upset anything that her 'world' would collapse into itself and she would the little part of a soul she has left. She also has to live every day taking the souls from others, which was the exact opposite of the thing she was striving to do when she was alive. but...i still hate her :errrgghh: .
I wrote this right after a good friend of mine died, so i guess i have some 'true' and a little off the subject personal inspiration as well.
Iam also willing to,would be extremely greatful, if someone let me beta their fic.
Please review, and no flames por favor. arigatou.
Life is hope,
the hope of tomorrow,
the will to carry on.
Life gives us time,
the strength fill up all of our days, with all that we have to give.
Life gives us joy,
so we can help the world,
and find its remedies in our hearts,
as we spread our joy through them.
Lastly,
life gives us love,
for it is the purest thing we shall ever find, and nothing can ever replace it in our hearts,
for it is the essence of our souls, giving us the gift, the right, to live.
Life,
it gives so much, and takes away the same, but no matter what,
do not give it up, for it is a precious thing, and we must embrace it with all of our might
while we still can.
Life,
it is irreplaceable, unexplainable, happy and joyous one moment,
teary and mournful the next,
but for all of the hard times it causes us,
it replaces it with the chance to continue, the chance to survive, the chance to change, and most of all the chance to live.
Life,
it is a precious gift and we must not forsake it,
for whatever we do we cannot escape it,
forlife is us.
Please review.