Monday, August 11, 2008

an old neighbor of mine needed to hide

she chose her place, by suicide

the young girl i knew i watched her grow

just had enough decided to go

on the surface to others her life looked grand

everything she needed within reach of her hand

but something inside could not be sated

all hope within her slowly faded

a life worth living came and went

no more giving lost in descent

 

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greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.