Yes, I certainly do
And she's on this site too
Talking with her
Seems so grand
Only if we could meet
Hand in hand
She is not yet aware
Of my feelings for her
I care for the fact, she needs to know
But I'll just stare at the screen
Waiting for a reply...
And at night I'll say goodbye.

Don't be shocked with what I say
I'm the same as you
Yet, still you're afraid
with every word
you take a step back
ready to run
if I show a sign,
sigh -Oh this could be fun!

She is gone again
but this time
she will not come back
I never wanted to remember
her like that
when I found her
my world stopped
the note told me
what she thought
that I no longer loved her
...but I didn't know it was love.

What is it like,
                         to be free?

(Barbara Green)
A child so small
so vulnerable and weak
helpless, powerless
not allowed to speak.
Lying awake in bed
knowing he'll soon appear
Frightened and trapped
living a torturous nightmare.
Body is shaking
trembling with-in
preparing for
the terrible acts of sin.
Left all alone
with no-one in sight
The abused child cries silently
all through the night.

How does one heal
from such a horrible crime?
The scars, the damage
lasts a lifetime.
Emotionally I struggle
to make it through
Not knowing Why?
I feel and act the way I do.
The tragedy is over
but the turmoil is still there
I wonder, If my outbursts
is a way to see if anyone cares.
Please! God help me
I cry out
with so much anguish
fear and doubt.

Do I dare let you in
the garden inside me,
The sparrows are dead their tunes left unsung,
Dying waiting to be set free,
In a prison of rusty gates that
never open,
Flowers sacrifice their petals to
time,
The wind stealing them greedily
the only one that sings in this
shrouded wilderness
Kept sacred in the essence no longer
living,
The gates are open do you dare
walk in.