They Said They Did Not Know

She laid upon the bed as if in slumber with the empty pill bottle in one hand. She left no note telling why and it was more than they could stand.
Friends and family stood pondering on past events trying to figure out what brought them to this day. They whispered that if they only knew, maybe they could have helped in some way.
Each person had a special memory and each had a story to tell, but no one had an answer to why they were going through this hell.
They talked of how she seemed to have everything under control and how she seemed so strong. They could not fathom what could have happen to make things go so wrong.
not one person realized as they lowered her into the ground, that many times she cried for help, but they refused to hear a sound.
Not one person realized as they covered her with dirt, that she could not always be strong, and at times she really did hurt.

Life is a Stage

 Society cheers for us to come out of closets and be ourselves, but with their double edge swords cuts us down for doing do. We have become accustomed to becoming actors and our character is based on who we are performing for at that moment in time. Only with someone that truly loves us,  can we be our true selves and be accepted.  It is a sheer blessing to shed all our false garments and stand in our nakedness, if only for a short time.

A Perfect Man

I laid eyes upon him so many years ago

I felt such an attraction even though nothing about him did I know.

At times I could catch a glimpse of his face, and oh, how my heart would race.

He became my fantasy and frequently visited my dreams

an obsession he became, or so it seems.

Of all the fantasies that happen in my head, this on I'll never forget

It was the magical moment that our lips first met.

In my fantasies he shall forever stay

and as long as he is there, he is perfect in every way.

To Stand Relieved

The burden weighs on me so heavy, I can not breathe. If not lifted, upon my door they may hang a wreath.  This is not the end, that I do believe. I will fight until once again, I stand relieved.

This is my Therapy

Yes, I get an overwelming need to write and

If I don't, my mind just don't seem alright.

My mind can become so heavy, and has to be lightened

So many voices, so many thoughts, I become frightened.

To whom can I share and lighten these thoughts

To whom do I trust so they may not become a loss.

With pen in hand, I release the voices onto  paper

and they can flow as smooth as a vapor.

At times they may want to play, and become hidden,

but to keep my sanity, I let them know that this is forbidden.

When the voices choose not to speak, I dream

and I bring them alive on paper, or so it may seem.

The pen and paper is where I send my whispers,

they keep my secrets and make great listeners.

There are times, I must capture a moment in time,

for something tells me that moment is prime.

It captures my eye, I know not what it might be,

I snap the perfect shot, though you may not agree.

That photo holds fast to a memory,

so new eyes can look upon it in another century.

Yes I do this for my sanity, 

and yes, I do this to keep my humanity.

They said They did not know

She laid upon the bed as if in slumber with the empty pill bottle in one hand. She left no note telling why and it was more than they could stand.

Friends and family stood pondering on past events trying to figure out what brought them to this day. They whispered that if they only knew, maybe they could have helped in some way.

Each person had a special memory and each had a story to tell, but no one had an answer to why they were going through this hell.

They talked of how she seemed to have everything under control and how she seemed so strong. They could not fathom what could have happen to make things go so wrong.

not one person realized as they lowered her into the ground, that many times she cried for help, but they refused to hear a sound.

Not one person realized as they covered her with dirt, that she could not always be strong, and at times she really did hurt.

On the Beach

So many memories were made on the Florida sands, and so many promises were made with more than a shake of hands.

So many secrets were shared, and so many thoughts were declared.

So many sunrises and sunsets were adored, and so many seashells were explored.

So many top forties songs were listened to, and so many seagulls overhead flew.

So many new friends were made, and so many miles of ocean we would wade.

So many sunburns we endured, and so many boardwalk shops were toured.

So many lazy hours as we tanned, and so many precious footprints we left in the sand.