Imaginary
Friends
When a child can't trust anyone.
When a child is afraid to love.
When a child is knocked around.
Where does a child go for comfort?
When a child isn't accepted not
even by their own kin.
When a child dosen't have any friends.
Imaginary friends can become very real.
There
a child finds acceptance and
sometimes from more then one.
It makes life more bearable even if
its only for a little while.
Who
are we to judge this child?
Who, if after earnestly seeking
can find no comfort.
Turns from flesh and blood to another source?
Unless we have walked in that childs shoes
don't be too quick to judge.
What is right or wrong for them to do
just to survive one more day?
Loneliness
Is
Loneliness is when I'm alone.
Loneliness is when I'm in a crowd.
Loneliness is when I hear the clock ticking.
Loneliness is when I hear my heart beating.
Loneliness is the feeling of uneasiness.
Loneliness is watching two young lovers.
Loneliness is in a childs tears.
Loneliness is Me.
Loneliness
is the silence of disapproval.
Loneliness is the echoes from my past.
Loneliness is the sound of the whipporwill.
Loneliness is the reflection of an old man.
Loneliness is the widows slack arms.
Loneliness is when we've drifted apart.
Loneliness is Me.
The
Girl
Dedicated To: All
Panic Attack Survivors
The little girl pulls the braid over her shoulder.
Twisting it, playing with it.
several times she brings it to her lips.
And absently chews on it.
It was a night of drooling rain.Dim flashes
of lightning beyond the curtains.
But not a single light shone inside the
little girls room.
She
lay in the inky darkness clutching her dolly.
and praying that tonight the monsters would not
come out from under her bed.
She tried hard to remember if she had done
anything naughty, anything that wasn't nice.
She was too afraid to go to sleep.
Her heart is beating so fast that her pajama
top is jerking. Her breath comes in gasps as
the smothering overtakes her.
Something
is holding her down. Holding her
arms and legs. Then she hears somneone
calling her name.She knows this is not a game.
Something real is shaking her.
But this only increases her fear.
Her tears are freely flowing.
She opens her eyes and sees the storm is over
as the suns rays shine through her bedroom window.
