I was born in a painful storm

the memories stayed with me

oh, how the pains had cut me deep

the words that hurt made bigger storms

I hold my breath like I was dead

thinking it would all end,

I now realize as I got older

you cannot fix anyone

that don't want the help

so why in the hell did this life paint me

and put me down into a devastating storm

the past has a way to paint my life gray

this is the part of me that bleeds.

- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery