When I began writing it was to tell,
Things I have hidden inside my shell.
I feel I have lived my life in a cage,
Only this shell grew thicker with age.
As I wrote things poured from my heart,
Everything I have felt from the start.
Some good, though many were bad,
Some experiences that I have had.
Everything I wrote of softened my shell,
Which helped release me from my Hell.
I have never written to cause you pain,
I only write to keep from going insane.
It has been a way to cleanse my soul,
To help me crawl from a dark deep hole.
I`m not perfect, I never claimed to be,
I write so maybe other people will see,
So they don`t make the same mistakes.
In this life we have so much at stake,
I wrote a poem "In The Name Of Revenge"
Because of this poem I am being avenged.
I had only written this to ease my heart,
This caused my daughter and I to part.
I always heard"The truth sets us free"
Though this isn`t what happened for me.
Now, dear daughter, I want you to know,
God gave me this gift to cleanse my soul.
I hope you understand through out time,
I tried it your way now I am living mine.
I am sorry I am not the mother you need.
Please forgive me and accept me I plead.
"It`s not what is in this shell of mine
It is how it got there through out time"
Written By Thelma Shutters 12-12-02
Dedicated to Ida
