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"Fear" Fear is what they told me not to have. Trust is what they took Blind in how I was The innocent rose From the beautiful garden That they took They destroyed All the beautiful petals it had They took and threw away like garbage Not knowing the beauty it had in it. If I write this It's because I feel it And I went through all of it A long road I have walked Spirits have followed me Trying to get me When I tried to hide I went deep into the hole Without finding a way out God please help me Where are you? No one is responding Is it me who doesn't want to hear it? Please help me Let me find the way out I'm asking a lot But why? I'm sitting at the same place why can't I go on? Something is holding me I don't have the strength to go I close my eyes And I dream I hope for a better tomorrow I'm filled with life and light Don't let me wake up. It's all dark again at the same place Patricia Valladares, 1995 Somerville, Massachusetts The Mirror Project |
