Scoffed at by the ones closest to her
Revered by those that are not
Speaking only from her heart
Her body's most vulnerable spot
Her soul, so dark and troubled
Years of pain buried inside
Too painful to let escape
Safer to allow it to hide
What has opened the door?
The wound oozing decaying emotion
Never once stopping to clot
Causing too much commotion
Her pain is justified
Her suffering not without reason
The coffin's door slammed shut on her soul
Keeping out life's treason
Betrayal, the first nail to be driven
The hammer was held by one so untrue
Not satisfied till his task was completed
Not a single nail left, he was through
My feelings explode now
Words set forth for you to peruse
Holding nothing back, imprisoned no more
My release, my pen, my muse
Driven by new emotions
Replacing sorrow with joy and gladness
Ridding myself of the gloom and despair
I have no tolerance for sadness
Enjoy with me my freedom
Share with me my escape from confinement
Do not question from where it came
Bask with me in refinement..
Do not worry about my inspiration
Knowing it has served to set me free
Rejoice in the knowledge I live once more
Never the past again imprisoning me...
Debbie Dodson
May 05, 2000
