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ME
Inside, I am beautiful My warmth of soul is bountiful Articulate and sensitive, I have much to offer As long as I remember to fill my souls coffer
Color's and feelings, the zest of life No longer buried or at the mercy of the knife I'm alive and growing, as free as wind blowing By learning, I'm reaping as well as sowing
Alive and tingling, every cell renewed Learning is living, with warmth I'm imbued Reborn through the trials, now my own protector Reliving childhood anew, I no longer fear the rejector
a poem of hope expressing the feelings I still hope to have someday |
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Why Does No One Help Me?
Always doubted, never believed This is the way my trust was received Always deceived, then called a liar How many doors will shut me in with the fire?
Can't they see it's not attention I seek? I simply want peace before I'm too weak! By the end of the day, I'm shell shocked and weary Life paces on, mindless and dreary
If I think, then I cry, wanting to die I wish I had wings, and then I could fly Fly away where there's peace, and no one yells No one decides you are ready and just goes and tells
When I was young, my privacy was taken My belief in life and love forsaken Now I am grown and people still try To take my privacy and tell me I lie
But this life is mine! and know it I do! They were not there, did not know what I knew! Terror, Pain, Abandonment, and Fear! When I cried, not a soul cared to hear
Now those same souls want to stand as a jury? The feeling that brings is not anger it's Fury How do these people feel this is right? Where were they when I needed help to fight? 2/23/95
This poem talks of how people in your life will go to any length to protect their denial if they are not ready to face it. |
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