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This is a poem written, by an internet friend of mine with Epidermolysis Bullosa, a disability that results in horrible, permanent blisters were the skin falls off at times. She died this one year ago as a result of this disease. This Journey It's true we are not humans on a spiritual journey We are spirits on a human journey This mortal existance Is met with resistance We fear death but death is not the end Dying is like going home again I don't fear dying I fear leaving this earth before I'm done trying Before I've finished learning all I can From this life I chose before hand Before I was even born into this shell This life that can sometimes be a living hell But then I remind myself this is my destiny This is where I'm supposed to be There's a reason for everything There's a purpose for my being Here in this broken shell That I have learned to adapt to fairly well Some days though I just want to go back home To a place where I don't feel so alone And overwhelmed with sorrow and pain A place where I can truly live again In harmony and happiness No sadness or regrets A place where my soul, this beam of light Can be free to shine with all it's might But until it's my time to go I will continue to learn and grow To become the woman I'm meant to be To expand the spirit that is me By Cristina Perez Written 10/23/06