Once again I climbed to the top,
And as I looked down to see the bottom.
More things buried, not wanting to look,
I can hear so many others.
Things I don't really want to see,
I only wish they can all be forgotten.
Turn away from the pain,
That happened years before.
I can't do it, Oh God, Please no more,
Others are crying out to be held.
Only wanting to feel safe,
Someone to protect them.
Standing here at the top,
I can hear their cries, And i feel their pain,
Wanting to run.
But down to the bottom I go again.
Theresa McLaughlin
Copyright �2002 Theresa McLaughlin
