endless streets of my imagination;
futile experiences translated my thoughts
while softened emotions lay dormant;
frightened, I fled internally accepting
not those tears I shed alone;
sideways, like a crab I built my courage
until life’s misfortunes could shelter me;
hidden from reality, I dealt with no one,
growing separate, one dimensioned matured;
when my wisdom needed resolution only
my thoughts were there to use;
prosper my child, with age and experience
hollow words, I often heard;
peer group pressure came not often for
I was the lead they tried to follow;
silent enemies within me tortured
my thoughts…
my being…
my soul to share…
standing tall I held on strongly,
“shake the demons from within, “ I cried!
This stain glass life which I protected had
harnessed my fear of life’s endearment.
February 1983
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