| A WOMAN OF EXTREMES
By Starema © 2-25-03 A Woman of Extremes Am I. A woman who swings two ways. A woman who is sad to her soul, Yet, sings of joy, gladness, happiness. So very wild, So very spiritual, A libido that is so sensual and sexual, But without a lover. Someone living always alone. Yet most of the times not lonely. A woman who likes it gentle yet rough A woman, who is submissive, yet not. I am a woman with a body old, Knees those of an eighty year old. Spirit of an old soul, yet a young spirit. A woman with a wisdom from experience Yet an innocence of naiveté that will not leave. A person so in need to love, Yet believing she is unlovable. So willing to share all she is, all she has, Yet not knowing how this will be. A woman who will try anything But is never fanatical. A huggable, lovable teddy bear Sqiushable yet a woman who bounces. Maybe, someday I will find someone who Will cherish this woman of extremes. |
| NEEDING RESPECT
A girl Unhappy Unloved and alone Even among family Trapped with nowhere to run Misunderstood and ignored By those who should care even more Quiet with her feelings Unable to be heard No matter how loud she utters a word Mad, depressed and crying She sits in her room Contemplating the options And knowing opportunities are few A need to be independent A need to be treated with respect Knowing staying will never do Needing to be free Needing to be alive Not just living Or surviving Needing to feel a smile upon her face She wipes the tears away And chooses to live By Starema © 8-21-03 |
| One Day
©2002 One day, I sat at my computer. I sat alone, like any other day. Yes, I was alone, but not lonely. I had fallen into a secure routine. The kids had grown and moved away As is the order of things that should be. |