grief

He said she didn't have to worry

said that he cared

That he would take care of her

wipe away all her tears

Said it would be OK

but

She was only 16

Told her

look out for big brother

make sure grandmother was asleep

he wanted to make her a woman

his woman

but

she was only 16

said that she was pretty

loved her style

asked to come over for a little while

look out for mom

make sure everyone is asleep

don't want anyone to see me

said he would make her feel good

it would be alright

wouldn't even need to stay overnight

kissed her cheek to steel her nerves

told her not to tell anyone

or he would leave

she thought it was love

he had her under his spell

the night would be the beginning of her hell

she was only 16

He didn't protect himself

didn't protect her

on that night a baby was conceived

but

she was only 16

told him her story

said he didn't care

a big decision to make on her own

she was left to grieve

her body her decision

he didn't condone

She made a choice that would change her forever

something that no one knew

the shame

the guilt

the hurt deep inside

she had to swallow her pride

He was gone now

all that he wanted

he got

left her to suffer alone

in pain

said he would never forgive her

never forget

She would live with the memory

the decision

she was only 16

Free

It's wonderful to feel strong

And beautiful

To have a passionate heart

And to dream

To instill loyalty to oneself

View yourself as a work of art

Simplicity is sometimes more beautiful

Than the most glamerous

Its cool to have a free form of expression

Physical Attraction

Purely

Hungry for your touch

You

Smile so bright

I just

Crumble

Always be there to

Love me unconditionally



As we walk

Together

Talking about whatever

Really into each other

As always I see your

Cute smile and all

Taking my heart

In your hands

Only the way

No one else can.

Beloved Chariot

In the far corner in the back of the church it sits folded awaiting a patron

This once great chariot used to transport

No one remembers now.

It once was shiny and new and held great importance

Like the pews it rested next to on any given Sunday

It being rolled down center isle for communion

This once great chariot has no one to accompany it now,

It is old like many patrons who once relied upon it.

This wheelchar once a resting place for the weary ones,

A dear comfort for those

who needed a shoulder to lean on.

But no one remembers it now

It has seen countless patrons yet received no thank you

now replaced by a new, more capable wheelchair

It is a motherless child,

and now has many stories to tell.

I can remember when I first laid eyes on it

I was a young girl

I was like others then and now

Wondering what was the purpose of its existance

Then I tempted to rest in the comfort of its arms.

It was a mother to the motherless a way for me to be at ease.

I was even more intrigued by its easy complexity

and its ability to sustain the weight if the world.

Mom's Kitchen

She could not tell you now what she was thinking
As she sat in her mothers kitchen
Stirring a pot
She was still young then
Wearing her favorite white dress,lace trimmed
Wanting to cook just like mom
She stood then on tip toes inspecting hot contents
She would stir

The kitchen the same now as it was when she was a little girl

Painted a fresh coat of white with he flower curtains hanging over the sink

The ones that daddy hated so much

She is reminded of good times when she would sit

sit on her daddy's lap or sip cocoa with mom

At that very table, the one in the corner of the room

That was her time to vent, to cry as she often did

Tears that would burn straight through to her soul

Her mother would listen intently as she would prepare the next meal

With such calmness in her voice for her beloved daughter

On long days like this when feelings of inadequacy would flood back

Years now lost she would turn to her dear mother who would ease her fears

and wipe her tears

Only if someone would have told that little girl in the white dress

To be free as long as she could

But all is lost

Because I cannot tell you now what she is thinking.

Night Vision

I have fallen into a deep abyss finding comfort in solace I have become what I have most feared. Finding comfort in words that only speak half truths Aware that all isn't as it seems I await Wait for a day when all is as it seems and dreams are for those who often times wish to be something that they aren't . Walking in a shell that only holds what needs to be set free. A caged bird sings constant songs of free flight. That bird that sings songs that fall on death ears the song unclear I find myself over many bridges that I fear to cross back over wondering how will I go forward from here. Success is not always as it seems for my abyss lies on a flat plane swallows you whole and takes control of my very being leaving me filled with nothing but anguish. Only the lonely cries tears of insanity, waiting to be part of something greater. A great plan that will unfold making what is unclear seem transparent and makes who you are livable. the lonely only cry tears that are heard by those who pass on the streets to witness a caged bird without a thought.

Blank

Blank stares received emotions on high visions of being held by you still fresh on my mind. My fingertips trace along your freshly shaven face drinking in your eyes the way you feel up against me reminding me that you are all man I am envisioning laughter filling my heart Smiles encompassing my soul riding high on this thing called love.