My Poetry Corner….

Do you like getting out of bed on the wrong side every morning?

Or would you rather be happy and stable and enjoying life?

(Get a copy of Repair Your Life and begin working the program.)

This is the most recent of my recovery poems which are now compiled in a book called
Odyssey, A Spiritual Journey. If you are a victim of child sexual abuse, you will find yourself in it.


The Daffodil

Once upon a time, high upon a hill

Lived, wild and carefree, a yellow daffodil.

Filled with peace and love, joyful in her home,

Nestled in contentment, with other flowers she’s known.

She looked out on the lake and the meadow stretching wide,

Filled with waves of color, life burrowed down inside.

She stretched and yawned and danced, and looked up to the sky

Then smiled her cheery smile to clouds that lingered by.

Surrounded by her friends, complete without a care

She basked in happy sunshine, moments, rich and rare.

And then one day it happened, someone came along

And plucked our happy flower from the earth where she belonged

And took her to a prison with walls of glass and cold

And placed her roots in water, drowning her I’m told.

Gone were all the friends who danced with her all day.

Gone were painted skies, no more to guard her day.

Gone the lake of glass, gleaming in the sun.

Gone the roving meadows, grasses swept with fun.

She struggles with her life, her spirits drained and gone,

Waiting now for death, the end will not be long.

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