She woke up one morning
in a prison cell
cold, damp,
the metal bars icy to the touch

She was bewildered-
how did she get there?
was it herself
or forces bigger than her?

Then she screamed
screamed until her lungs were about to explode
using her fingernails
trying to scratch her way out

She resigned
breathless, she sat in the corner
as the four walls drew closer
she prayed for someone to answer her plea

Ten years later
she sits there- barely alive
the efforts of others were not enough
to save her from this depression.

Run away with me.
Place your mitten-hand in mine
And discover what it is like
To be children of the wind.
Run away with me,
To a dream of a field
Where angels play at snowy dawn,
Clueless of where we are really going
Yet hopeful nonetheless.
Run away with me
Far from this world
Of rust and stormy hollows
That only ages our hearts
And wishes to turn us into orphans.
Run away with me.
Lace up your boots,
Kiss your mother goodbye.
Meet me by the river
Where we will run away
If only to sit under a tree,
Knee to knee,
Foreheads pressed together,
Staring into each other's eyes
And grinning with our baby teeth,
Thankful that for a moment,
"We are here,
We are here,
And we are not there."

I walk in lace of purest white, I come to the day I have dreamed of all of my life. With Roses and babies breath adoring my hair. I have become a treasure most precious, an object of pure desire. In a breathless moment I take my place in a grand precession on this special day. As all eyes turn to me and through a lacy white veil, I look forward as I take my first steps into a moment of a dream. Though I am in quiet reverence of this moment, I am bursting with joy inside, for I walk in lace at last to become my soul mates loving bride.

The cold and lonely nights of December,
I was sitting in my chair by the window, I remember,
Thinking about the chances I had,
The things I desired but could never have.

As I stared out into the woods,
I saw a light,
It was red and so bright.
I wondered where it came from.

Curiousity was killing me,
So I got up and made my way to see.
As I marched my way down the track,
I saw a boy sitting on a sack.

I asked him what he was doing here,
He said his house is full of people he can't bear,
What could there be that made him shudder,
And not want him to go home to his mother.

I dropped my gaze at his hands,
It was the same light I saw from my window,
I asked him why he was flashing the light,
He said so that someone could come and save him and take him away from this dreadful night.

I turned around to see if someone was there who could help,
The minute I started talking I turned back to confront him.
There was no one there,
No boy, no sack.

Well that's odd I had said to myself,
With that I had left and made my way back,
He disappeared.
Where could he have gone.
From that day onwards I used to dream of that boy calling for help,
And when I ran to help he would be gone, again !

In music school,
I had to join a group
in order to graduate,
so I chose
glee club,
not because
I wanted to,
or liked glee club,
but because
it presented itself
to me,
so I loved
to sing,
but I had
a terrible voice,
so one day
we were all asked
to sing one
of our parts,
solo,
so when it got to me,
I sang,
and everybody laughed,
and I was humiliated,
but now,
much later,
I realize
that I would have laughed,
too.