There she sat for unending days
A vacant mournful mold
A radiant beauty in my eyes
With a story left untold

She grasped moments that she viewed
Of children playing outside
While she sat inside her only friend
The wheelchair she occupied

She longed to be a part of
Everything that she was seeing
To run and dance with others
Was just an image of her being

She was gorgeous to say the least
    An Angel ~ ~ in despair
That needed a chance to journey
Somewhere other than her chair

Introduced as just a "Smile”
Soon graduating to a "friend”
I was the recipient of her troubles
My heart was genuine

I desired to help her just as much
As her desire to be free
I told her that she soon would dance
Embraced by the arms of me

She blushed and shrugged at the thought
Knowing this could never be
For her legs were limp and tiny
A feature through destiny

I told her not to reject so fast
That there are many forms of dance
That angels get by with just their wings
So, she surely stood a chance

I lowered myself down to her chair
My arms enwrapped her waist
Raising her to my level
Where freedom was embraced


She was an angel ~now in flight
As my two feet, carried four
We rejoiced in every movement
That we danced across the floor

Like leaves blowing across the ground
We bounced, we meshed, we swayed
We both fulfilled a heartfelt desire
As our bodies entwined that day

She now was the view of envious eyes
A display of rhythmic light
Captivating her many admirers
By her illuminating sight

For I, she was what I always knew
Exquisiteness on reserve
Not shelled by grief no more
A beauty has emerged

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A heart so troubled and in doubt
Not sure, what life is all about
She feels invisible yet she sees herself
When she looks into the mirror

People tend to pass her by
Refused the lips of any guy
She soothes herself by wishful thoughts
When she dreams all by herself

She speaks of love and passion
In such an ordinary fashion
As if, she has encountered
The love of another

Massive pain, at times, paralyses
A body of rejection, only she realizes
She dances solo once again
To a song that only, she can hear

Her body parched, a thirst for affection
Her painful heart, desires protection
If only she can be embraced
By the hands of someone else

Its only her hands that she finds familiar
Its only her own eyes that can see her
She longs the company of anything other,
Than the fantasies inside her mind

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If Life Was Made on Canvas

.
“FEED ME”
.

Feed me  happiness,
illuminate my soul
Like a bright yellow sun
Of orange and gold
Light a path, enter as many
Hearts that are in need
Hearts that need mending.
Warm my nights
Broaden my smile
So my light will spread
For years to miles
Feed me happiness
Illuminate my soul
Of sparkling hues
Even the blind can’t refuse .

Captured By an Unforeseen Kiss


A failing heart -
Revived and awakened
A covenant to shield,
Vanished upon opportunity
A rescue desired, but withheld
Afraid of being hurt again

A quiescent spirit in tranquil pose
Bordered to escape enemy lines
Now captured by an unforeseen kiss
Forcibly delivering her birth

Sold on a script she has never observed
A character of man- only one fantasized
He offered an entrée, one never encounters
A taste so rich, one cannot afford

Yet-she was chosen, like fruit upon tree
With a body so ripened- kept well on reserve
Owned by someone she never thought possible
A notion that the two both shared...

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If life Was Made on Canvas

Clouds weave gently across sapphire skies
Absorbing what’s left of its beauty
Clutching space like the thoughts in my mind
I sit and I wonder if he is coming

Waves crash firmly against my feet
As the Ferry paves its way to shore
Hauling in smiles of so many  
I just sit and I wait once more

Hung in the valance of a dream
A Chance passes me like the blue horizon
Clouds cast now, a darker image
I’m anchored to such sad emotion

My salty tears flow in high tides
As the vessels signals its final farewell
Breaking free from its sturdy dock
As I remain dock to weakened hope

Tomorrow will bring another day
Of beautiful skies and possibilities
Interlaced with despair and a chance of clouds
Until the ferry rides my smile ashor

Many miles divide our longing hearts
A great distance keeps you from I
We must rely on our one common sky
To keep our love alive

I know somewhere, you lie in wait
In a sun that burns with passion deep
Under a crescent moon in which wee’ll dream
Until we finally get our chance to meet

I’ll see you in every star I find
In every sunray as they shall peak
In he breaths of wind beneath my feet
Let’s grasp these moments when we feel weak

We share one world, one sky, one love
For miles is just a measurable means
Turn to the sky darling you will find me there
The distance will not be as bad as it seems

Pending the moment I can hold you close
Aspiring the kiss on your longed for face
I will utilize the powers of all my faith
Until we both stand in one common place

I will meet you under the sky
.

Author Sheryl Lin Hayes
If Life Was Made On Canvas

Days swept past me quickly
I woke to years gone by
Sitting silent for what felt like eternity
In a lonely world, I called mine

Letters piled in my doorway
As they fell onto the floor
And the telephone rang constantly
Yet I cried and chose to ignore  

Seasons passed through my window
Fallen snow, rain, leaves and sunshine
Falling on everyone but me
Why were  those days I earned denied?

The world was just so frightening
Knowing no one would understand
A woman who wept internally
And suffering was her only friend

As my palms caught  my sorrowful tears
And my bones grew cold and stiff
So many tried to support me
To offer my heart a lift

Yet I turned a cheek to silence
Shutting out people that I cherished
Sealing off love and life as I knew it
Forced in sadness where I perished

Staring at those same four walls
Listening to my own loud cries
I’m angry at the person who
Keeps telling me that I should hide

Battles of thoughts take over me
The Angel verses the Devils side
Raising my hope then stripping is away
The Devil wins time after time

Held captive in such darkness
I search for some light as relief
And the  letters and calls keep coming
Until the Devil awards his releas

Life occurs and I get sidetracked
New wounds form and I feel Setback
Yet, I always come back to the path I know best It’s the endless road
I call happiness
I might lack seeing the beauty I hold Or gracefully accept the compliments I’m told
Yet, I always know when I truly assess
My worth is more valuable than an abundance of gold
It seams at times I need life’s permission
Before I can proceed with my own mission
Yet, nothing can stop me from fulfilling my dreams
So Current be ready, I flow only upstream

~ Sheri Salvador Hayes
Sheryl Hayes, If Life Was Made On Canvas