The Story
The story is a scary one
At least it frightens her
It is so very long and dark
A nightmare without end
Who will believe the child in me
Who tells it now to you
I am afraid to tell you now
For you to know its me
What will you think?
How will you act?
Will you treat me as they did?
How can I keep it in the past
If I show it now to you?
I’ve tried to keep
Great distance ‘tween
Myself and my own past
To move along
And to stay strong
It seemed the only way.
Will you think much less of me?
And think me not worth love?
When I have tried so earnestly
To try and rise above
Will it take me down
Or back in time
Never to rise again?
How can I live?
How can I face?
You knowing of my life
I am afraid
So much afraid
I think that I’ll not last
How can that be?
They are but words
They cannot hurt me know
My life is different
Far removed
From the child that you will see
But maybe not
She still around
She lives inside of me
It is her story
It’s hers to tell
Perhaps ‘twil set her free
She had forgotten or put away
For just a little while
It gave her time
Time to grow
But she is still confined
For as you see
She’s trapped inside
Trapped inside of me
3-10-2001
(jml)
Return to - Poetry Page
Return to - Jeannine's Home Page