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Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

0 posted 2001-01-20 01:49 PM

She sits and pours her heart out
         as tears roll down her face
        trying to wash away memories
          that can never be erased.

       She sits contemplating her life
        trying to make it make sense
         feeling so bottled up inside
      life within that little white fence.

         Searching for the answers
          that never seem to come
        wondering if she'll find them
         while her life is still young.

        Wondering what life would be
          outside that picket gate
          would there be any love
      or would she just find more hate?

       She sits and continues dreaming
         of things that will never be
          the sun has slowly faded
      it's getting to dark for her to see.

       If she could only open the gate
        and take a step into the light
       but she can't get past the fence
        the picket one painted white.

(note:  This is from my own personal
favorites of one I wrote when I was
going through some very difficult
decision making times in my life.
It was special to me.  *s*)

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On the wings of words our spirits fly, and our souls are free.
Donna Smith

[This message has been edited by Gentle Spirit (edited 01-20-2001).]

Victoria

Member Ascendant

since 2000-08-12

Posts 5869

1 posted 2001-01-20 01:54 PM

This is great..i can relate to this one..
Nicely written Donna..

~V~

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
- Paul Valery (1871-1945)

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

2 posted 2001-01-20 01:58 PM

Victoria, what is great about it is although wondering about life still lingers at times yet, wondering about alot of what it was written about has left and been replaced.....with life outside the fence. *s* Like the other poem I just wrote Promise is about......life is good. *w*
Thanks hon, Hugs.
D

On the wings of words our spirits fly, and our souls are free.
Donna Smith

Mistletoe Angel

Member Empyrean

since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

3 posted 2001-01-20 02:03 PM

Wow, what great symbolism and voice poured out from your beautiful heart in here. Yes, I have felt this way myself, I felt trapped inside a steel castle gate of sorrow, and I was tugging and tugging at it to try and make my bold escape, but the Gestapo of Doubt scolded me and took me back inside, it was such an awful feeling, but I'm out of that now. But love and light overcomes all, and now you can hop over that split rail fence with pride. Excellent poem! Thank you for sharing, my friend!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

4 posted 2001-01-20 02:05 PM

Thanks Noah, the new light does shine, that's why I wrote Promise yesterday. Love is a wonderful thing when you have the right person standing beside you. Hugs. *s*

On the wings of words our spirits fly, and our souls are free.
Donna Smith

Charisma

Member Ascendant

since 2000-09-30

Posts 5906
lost in blue pages

5 posted 2001-01-20 02:48 PM

you describe your feelings quite well....heartfelt piece.

((hugs))
Charisma

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

6 posted 2001-01-24 10:17 PM

It was written from the heart Charisma, ahh love...isn't it wonderful. *big smiles here*

On the wings of words our spirits fly, and our souls are free.
Donna Smith

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