When I was just a little girl
I wanted so much for my life
to resemble a beautiful secret garden,

I'm aware that this may sound
crazy and bizzare - if it does,
then please do beg my pardon.

A secret garden in the woods
with such beauty hidden deep within,

Full of secret pathways and passages
that only special people would know about,
fitted with padlocked gates - so not to let
any bad people in.

Pretty little flowers
in vivid colours
that please the heart and soul -
seen through the eyes of everyone,

Butterflies dancing above pristine hills -
with hedges making mazes;
for a touch of fun.

Crimson tree-tops and rose bushes
in every beautiful colour
ever created,

A place that is so unique - from it,
no soul could stand to be seperated.

Ineffable in its beauty,
like a magnet souls are attracted,

This secret garden,
like a heavenly day dream,
in a daze -
from it, you cannot be distracted.

Whether there was a blue sky,
or dark clouds, as a daily rooftop,

Love and happiness
would be nonstop.

A place where loved ones
always felt safe and secure,

Never wanting to find
the secret garden's door.

They'd always be free
to be themselves,

A wish
That we all have for ourselves.

When I was just a little girl
I wanted so much for my life
to resemble a beautiful secret garden,

Now I'm all grown up,
and still trying
to bring this aspiration to life;
this vision, is one,
I am never, ever discarding,

I really still want my life
to be just like a beautiful secret garden,

And if this sounds crazy or bizzare...
then, please do beg my pardon!

By Lady R.F ©2017

When good turns into bad,
Life is going to become terribly sad.

When day turns into night,
The sun dies - it can no longer
Shine bright.

When night turns into day,
Don't expect the moonlight to stick around
And light your path's way!

When right becomes wrong,
You must try to stay strong!

When wrong turns into right,
Try to switch-on your inner-strength -
Hopefully, it will be your guiding light.

When hope turns into fear,
Remind yourself that God is near.

When fear takes hold of hope,
You're only human...
Cut the !#!*# ****** rope!

By Lady R.F ©2017

She used to be
A full moon,
But now she's only half,

She used to be a bubbly little explosion,
But now she can barely laugh.

She used to be a bright, sparkly,
Shiny little star,
Hanging in a pitch-black sky,

But now she's but a shooting star
Falling from way up high.

She used to be on-top of the world,
Until it came crashing down,

The ground beneath her steardy feet
Was stolen by an evil clown.

She used to be a carefreee,
Lively girl -
Loving endlessly,

Now she's but a hopeless fool
Crying and dying
On the inside -
Daily and nightly.

By Lady R.F ©2017

I've been beaten down,
torn apart and ripped to shreds -
I have the war scars to prove it,

I've been knocked down,
broken to pieces and left out in the cold -
I've been trampled and defeated.

Somehow,
I've managed to stay alive -
It's nothing short of a miracle,

I've managed to turn my pain
into poetry--an art -
I've even managed to make it lyrical!

By Lady R.F ©2017

Plant healthy, delicate seeds
of strength,
watch your children grow strong,
but gentle roots
that are impossible to break -
try to keep them
in the warmth of the sun.

Water these seeds
with love and tenderness,
tend to them attentively -
and the fruit
will be full of goodness,
hopefully, appreciated,
by everyone.

By Lady R.F ©2017

I once quoted (a few years back) ...
"It takes a very strong woman
to remain gentle!"
...believe me, I wasn't wrong!

This kind of special woman
must be equal parts of gentleness
and strength - this is what makes
a warrior of a woman emotionally strong!

She must be kind,
tender and sensitive -
and she must know her total value
and self-worth,

She must be brave,
courageous and self-disciplined -
but she must also be empathetic and kind towards herself--as well as with
everyone else on earth!

"It takes a very strong woman
to remain gentle!"
...this is my little secret,
for a woman to find self-happiness,

She mustn't let the world
turn her sour - in keeping with this,
she will never, ever lose
her loving tenderness,
her precious sweetness,
or her delicate, unique softness.

By Lady R.F ©2017

How many more times
must I break,
before I can no longer
feel my heart's painful ache?

How many more times
must I fall,
before I can no longer
get up and stand tall
anymore at all?

How many more times
must I try,
before I can no longer
find any tears to cry?

How many more times
must I care,
before I can no longer
inhale any oxygenated air?

How many more times
must I die,
before I can no longer
find the will to try?


By Lady R.F ©2017