Precious Memories

Time so quickly seems to fade --
Reality strikes me like a blade.
I feel there's so much for me to say,
Oh let me tell you if I may,
Of a boy I once knew
That I dearly love all through and through.
Oh, what precious memories
Me and my best friend share.
We were so young and oblivious and without a care.
Two small children, my brother and me --
As happy and content as two could be.
A tickle and a laugh,
A tear --
A simple hug to calm and to cheer.
Little hands and tiny feet
Twirling around as the time does flee.
We stuck together in the good times and the bad,
Forgiving one another when one got mad.
Ah, yes, precious memories!
And now you, my brother, my friend have grown --
Now spreading your wings
And are learning to soar,
Going through each open door.
Remember always to trust in the Lord.
Thank you for my precious memories,
I love you!

My Heart's Silent Suffering

I sit alone in the darkness,
All is quiet and still.
What is this I hear?
I hear the silent screaming of my heart.
I can hear my heart pleading --
I hear it beating.
Faster, faster, faster!
Could I be dreaming?
I feel such emptiness;
So lost in this world.
My heart is aching.
I can hear it screaming,
Louder, louder, louder!
My heart is pleading.
By morning, when it finally came,
All was quiet and still.
Not a thing could be heard
Except the silent, steady beating of --
My heart.
Day by day I feel the pain
That has dwelt within me for so long.
Not even one knows what I feel,
That is . . . my heart's silent suffering.

Pounding in My Head

People are all around me --
I see their lips form words,
And their heads fly back in laughter.
But it's as if they hide behind sound-proof glass,
For all I hear is the pounding in my head.
Thoughts flash through my mind . . .
Who am I really?
I wonder who the girl is that stares at me through the mirror . . .
Does she have a name or purpose?
Deep inside I'm a lost little girl,
But the mirror reveals something more.
The thoughts seem muffled --
Muffled by the pounding in my head.
I wander within aimlessly,
Trying to find some sense of who I am . . .
Some proof of intelligence,
Or maybe just an answer as to which path is mine.
Tears well up in my eyes
As frustration and anxiety fill my mind.
There are so many roads in life, but only one that I must travel.
Do I even have what it takes to walk the winding road?
Fear holds me back as I stare across the trail --
Completely overwhelmed by the thought of making it alone.
Who will carry me when I have become too weak?
I walk around in circles, with no apparent direction . . .
Searching for some guidance,
A hand to point the right direction.
I hear a quiet voice speak softly in my ear . . .
The voice tells me it is my strength --
The hand to carry me through.
It's then I realize my strength lies in God,
And though at times I feel alone,
God is there to carry me on.
Still I roam without a clue . . .
I still don't know where the path will lead,
But I now see what matters most.
God gives me strength and blesses me with love,
Through the ones I call my own.