My Life is like sad poetry that the world reads about,
Lost in winters dreams of my own misery;
This I do confess with an honest heart
Silent emotions with true devotions.
My words have passed through the stages of millions of minds
from true solitary childhood of pain
adolescence cornered in distant,
The isolated soul is what my life had seen,
I held on to my own deepest desires that could
make a very big fire.
I set out to make myself a part of the great human multitude,
My life has matured, and that is about all it has done;
I have traveled the life of pain out in pouring rain,
It was like a dream,
the style of the last century of torment
that had been passed down to me.
But I had never given up on true Love;
I feel that a poet must live out his or her own life
to ever write what is truly from one's heart,
I am that poet who knows life's pain
who knows the problems of broken-down dreams,
I know what it is like to be alone and never have
love to call ones own,
I survive the crossing storms in deeper winds;
Who passed along into the life
of a broken heart from the very start of birth;
I have passed through the fire and rain,
I felt the sorrows of another hope of a tomorrow
that may never come,
But now my heart is glistening for true love
to set that spark in my heart
to an everlasting dream of true reality
of what love can bring.

- Judy Emery © 1981
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery