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FREEDOM
Freedom to tell mom,
Broken loose the sick little inside.
Alone I fixed it wrong,
milk angel, death angel.
Unloved prickly pickle,
sacred headache of loss and pain.
Sage coloured rage isn't safe.
Real is not good or bad,
it's just orange.
Monica

TRAPS
Traps are set for tiny things
Hopeless, small, with no wings.
Escape is not a question here
Shadows, shadows everywhere.
Scream the words that hold you tight
Take a leap into the night.
Babette

TURNED TO STONE
The pain is too large
It radiates in my bones
The darkness is so deep
I'm curled up all alone
I long to see the sun
To heal and warm my pain
I'd even settle for clouds
or sheets of pouring rain
In this dark cold room
Where all my hope is lost
I sit so very still
Knowing this has a cost
Slowly the door opens
A shaft of sunlight comes in
Hesitantly I crawl out
Now my healing can begin
In plaster, wood and wax
I lay my broken life down
Realizing with each small step
I've finally come into my own
Cherlyn

H0ME AT LAST
Under a blanket she cries.
It's as though none have eyes.
For they do not see her need.
Sent to her room with no one near.
The knot holes in the walls cannot hear.
There's cloying loneliness within
And the inner voices raise a din.
In yellow flowers she takes delight
And after the rain in the sunshine bright.
Feeling alone and left behind
Her needs become clear in my mind.
My hand reaches back over time
To gently draw her home at last
To love and to comfort;
Ffor the child is mine.
Marjorie

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