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| Different.....written in 1959 Why am I so different? I don�t speak like the other children. I don�t even know how to play. My teachers like me. I always know all the answers. The others in my class are much older and won�t talk to me Except to call me teachers pet, And tease me because I read novels instead of comic books. They don�t even know who I am. The adults care only about my grades, Not about how I feel inside. They don�t know that it�s dark and cold in here. They don�t even notice that I can't laugh or cry. Can't anyone see what is happening to me? I feel like a freak. A lonely freak. ********************************************************************** Who shall I be today when I am with them What shall I say that I don�t believe What shall I think I shall think of the star solitary and at peace in her vast cradle of night I will dream of the mountains rising above lingering mists and wish that I had such strength I will run with the wind free and unchallenged across the seas And be anywhere but here anyone but me ********************************************************************* written in 1961 is it a sin am i damned why am i the only one who feels this way are there others no one speaks of it who can i ask how can i ask and what will they do to me if they find out must i pretend and will the pretending make it real God send me a friend i am so alone ********************************************************************** The Harlequin Out of the black, damp of hopelessness I found a violet. And I recalled the Harlequin, The sad-happy little Harlequin With the violet and the tears. And suddenly all the violets in the world Lifted me from the darkness. Yet as we stood, one tear fell And landed on the ground between us. I watched as it disappeared, But she too had gone... And in my aloneness.... I.... I was the Harlequin. ********************************************************************** Come, sun. Warm the icy fear within me. Blow, wind. Soothe away the anger and the pain. Fall, rain. Be the tears that I can never shed. Come, friend. Take my hand and try to teach me how to smile. ********************************************************************** Look up at the night and see an empty sky. As empty as I am inside. How can I not dwell on what might have been... What could have been.... If I had only....... ********************************************************************* To Cats I Have Loved May1/97 You came to me alone, unwanted, and asked, "Will you give me food and shelter and a little love?" I took you in and gave you food and shelter and a little love and you repaid me in ways far too numerous to mention. When I was ill you lay beside me, your comforting arms around my neck, your purr soft against my throat. When I cried you touched my face with a tentative paw and curled up warm and soft against my chest. You kept me company in the garden and at my chores and on the long, lonely nights. You greeted me at the door with sparkling eyes and deep rumblings. All of this for food and shelter and a little love. When it came time for you to leave you felt my anguish. No hymns were sung for you, nor haunting bagpipes played. No obituary written, nor eulogy read. No priest prayed, and you had no satin-lined coffin heaped with flowered wreaths. When I think of you from time to time I cry a little.. or smile. You were my friend. You taught me how to open my heart and now I know that I must always have cats in my life. Not to replace you.....nothing could replace you... But to pass on to others this gift you gave me..so that a new generation of fur friends, and more generations to come, will have you to thank for food and shelter and a little love. ********************************************************************** |
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| You talk to me, but never with me
You talk to me about your fame You never ask a single question Do you even know my name The path you travel is a hard one I�ve been there a time or two There�s lots of places you could stumble I could walk this road with you I could show you where you�ll falter I could show a better way But you won�t let me get to know you So what else can I do but stay But I don�t want to see you stumble I could help you not to fall First you�d have to know me, trust me I could help you have it all *************************************************************** Alone in the center of the field Layer upon layer of pendulous clouds hang low in the sky And if they drop I feel that I would surely be crushed by the mist Am I a God to the insects below and an insect to God above To be trodden underfoot? *************************************************************** |