THE BEAST IN ME
MAMA CRIED WHEN FIRST I LIED
THEN BEGAN TO BERATE AND LOOT HER.
WHAT CAN ONE SAY WHEN GOING THAT WAY?
DEEPER AND DEEPER I GO;
TILL ALL THAT'S LEFT IS JUST SHOW,
AND NOT EVEN I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.
THE FIGHT OR FLIGHT WITHIN
HOLDS ME LIGHT AT BAY;
NOT GIVING IN TO THE BEAST WITHIN;
YET, NOT FIGHTING HARD TO ABATE HER.
HOLD ON TIGHT, DON'T GIVE UP ON ME.
FOR IT'S THROUGH YOUR LOVE I DEPEND.
I WILL CLING TO WHAT'S RIGHT WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT;
UNTIL ONCE AGAIN I FIND THE STRENGTH WHICH YOU LEND.
I WILL GRAB ON WITH MIGHT TO THE LIGHT;
AND THERE FIND THE STRENGTH TO GIVE IN.
WE CHAT
"I am alone," say's she
"I am lost", says another.
"I am frightened", says he,
"of what tomorrow may bring."
We share our feelings, our hopes, our fears.
Our pain and suffering make us peers.
Yet, never have we met; in this our cover matters not.
What we share is like no other,
can't be found anywhere else!
"My pain is so high today". "I come here for support;
and get it!" "For, no one is judging me, since we all relate!"
Thanks to all who hold this fort,
this gift of friendship without a face.
My love I give to all of you, For I now can face today.
And when we begin to once again fall low,
we know where the hope is; we know where to go!
Who knew that so much help could come in such a place?
Where people, strangers, come to share, to cry,
to vent, uplift.
God Bless you all and keep the faith!
I'll see you here, again! TTFN!
copyright july 19, 2006 by; M.C. Jensen
DAWN
JUST LIKE THE BEAUTIFUL, EARLY MORNING BEGINNING
FOR WHICH YOU WERE NAMED....YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL.
JUST AS THE DAWN IS SO BRIEF, YET PRECIOUS;
YOUR TIME HERE WAS MUCH TOO BRIEF, PRECIOUS DAWN.
YOUR ANGELIC FACE, SO INNOCENT, YOU DID NOT DESERVE WHAT SHE DID.
AND YET, SHE GOT AWAY WITH IT, UNTIL HER TIME HERE ENDED.
HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?
HOW COULD ANYONE HARM ONE SO PRECIOUS?
TOO MANY TIMES WE HEAR THE STORIES AS THEY
RESONATE OFF THE AIR WAVES, TELLING US JUST HOW
PREVALENT EVIL REALLY IS.
YET WE GO ON WITH THE FIGHT, WE BELIEVE.
I KNOW HOW SAFE AND HAPPY YOU ARE NOW, AND I'M GLAD.
YOUR BRIEF TIME HERE WAS FROUGHT WITH SUCH HORROR AND PAIN.
REST WELL, LITTLE ONE. REST WELL IN HIS ARMS.
PEACE BE WITH YOU, ALWAYS PRECIOUS DAWN.
PITY PARTY
JUST LIKE THE BEAUTIFUL, EARLY MORNING BEGINNING
FOR WHICH YOU WERE NAMED....YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL.
JUST AS THE DAWN IS SO BRIEF, YET PRECIOUS;
YOUR TIME HERE WAS MUCH TOO BRIEF, PRECIOUS DAWN.
YOUR ANGELIC FACE, SO INNOCENT, YOU DID NOT DESERVE WHAT SHE DID.
AND YET, SHE GOT AWAY WITH IT, UNTIL HER TIME HERE ENDED.
HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?
HOW COULD ANYONE HARM ONE SO PRECIOUS?
TOO MANY TIMES WE HEAR THE STORIES AS THEY
RESONATE OFF THE AIR WAVES, TELLING US JUST HOW
PREVALENT EVIL REALLY IS.
YET WE GO ON WITH THE FIGHT, WE BELIEVE.
I KNOW HOW SAFE AND HAPPY YOU ARE NOW, AND I'M GLAD.
YOUR BRIEF TIME HERE WAS FROUGHT WITH SUCH HORROR AND PAIN.
REST WELL, LITTLE ONE. REST WELL IN HIS ARMS.
PEACE BE WITH YOU, ALWAYS PRECIOUS DAWN.
PITY PARTY
As you can tell I wrote this when I was at my absolute lowest. It's embarrassing now, but I feel I need to share it to show the depths I went to...
I LAY HERE, LAY HERE, LAY HERE.
NEVER OUT THERE. NEVER REALLY LIVING. SUSPENDED ANIMATION. LIFE ON HOLD. ALL ALONE. ALONE. NO ONE TO LOVE ME, NO ONE TO LOVE. NO MATTER; I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE.
GUESS WHO?
bending, folding, bowing, sending;
whispering softly,
ever-lending.
bringing sweetness.
all the while, leaving nothing
but our smile.
the preceeding poetry written by: M.C.Jensen/copyright2006 all rights reserved.
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