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Still alive for the better part of tomorrow,

Still breathing through the sorrow,

An oak tree, though weathered

Strong,

Will bend but

Will not break,

Will shed tears but

Will not weep--

To myself this promise I do keep;

In soft lines I am drawn,

Painted upon tattered paper,

Visage so smooth,

Never betraying the whirlwind soul I know,

That remained airborne in shifting winds

And frozen with the snow;

In gentle voice I am whispered,

An utterance from lips of steel,

No longer a poison, but a remedy

To heal,

A self-perscribed medicine to aid

The wretched sickness of anger,

To lift the curse

And to fill this hollowed heart

Forever;

Still alive for the better part of tomorrow,

Still breathing through the sorrow,

Will shed tears but

Will not weep;

To myself this promise I will keep.