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| Is There A Cartographer in the House? All I want to do is sleep. When I wake up, I cry. Where has my joy gone? Even when I smile, it hurts. Somewhere there exists a world Without ailments or tears. I do not have a map, Nor a compass, nor the will. All I want to do is be alive. That's all I want-- A tiny little bit of peace To hold on to in this corner Of my tired, pathetic world. Oh, that I could woo the Mapmaker into sharing his Treasure with me. Of all my many acquaintances, Surely someone knows the way. Someone must know the way. |
| I Do Not Fear What You Fear Child, do not take your eyes from the road. I know the many obstacles at times seem insurmountable; They are not omnipotent--only I can wear that hat. But Child, you must realize I travel this path with you. And what you see as IMPOSSIBLE Is nothing but a bridge to cross. I do not fear what you fear, And that makes all the difference, For when the cold hands of fear grip your sweating neck And all seems lost inside you, I am still beside you. Child, do not take your eyes from the road. The blinking lights, The babbling signs, Are but shadows with nothing to shade-- With the light before you, all darkness flees. Child, do not lose heart--the life that is you has purpose. I do not fear what lies before you, so Keep your eyes on the road. (To Donna Ray, for helping me see) |
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| Trust Together are my ideas, although I Regret it took so long to Understand exactly what that Signifies to all who have been Trying to patiently wait for me to see. |
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| Sometimes Distance and time do not heal all wounds or Cause one to forget the injustices done. It is a rare woman who can Dwell in the comfort of her own Shadow and remain warm. Sometimes it's not okay to be silent. Sometimes words are not enough. |
| All poetry and photographs copyrighted 2005 (c) by Dana Beth Stenholtz |