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Our Time

by

Sandra Davis

Too many wonderful things
To be feeling down today.
We have each other and
Our community to lean on.
Look ahead, not back and
Donít expect to discover
A place to rest.
Our bodies are young,
Our minds fresh.

Time and a place for everything,
A tired phrase,
No doubt but truth hides
Amongst the clichťd nonsense.
Time to grow up yet not grow old,
Assume responsibility.
Our turn to be the guides and
Leaders of the youth
Who follow in our shadows.

Gleaming eyes watching
Our every move as we cling
Hopefully to ancient dreams.
The innocent games of babes
Reflect inner conflicts.
Repeating the mistakes of elders
Is a global pattern.

We must believe
We have the power to change it
Or our reason for existence
Will vanish earlier than
Our moment to shine our light
In our mortal time.


Storm Damage

by

Sandra Davis

The direction of life, an awe inspiring concept
A breeze will gently blow
Yet leaves destruction
Resembling the path of a devastating twister.
Sharp metal shrapnel driven into the flesh
Leaving festering wounds.
From nowhere it seems
A storm hits, yet departs.
Remaining in its wake,
A calming serenity envelops.
Healing the infected spirit.


Myself

by

Sandra Davis

Once I wrote little verses
About the pain Iíve seen.
Putting pen to paper is
Supposed to help it go away.
Instead it festers deep
In the darkest corner of my mind.
Self expression is stifled now.
I need somewhere to scream.
A space of my own to dance
And be who I want to be.
I know I am a worthy child,
Deserving of the best.
If only_ never mind
It really doesnít matter.
I want to look at this great big world
With realistic vision.
Stop waiting for the fairytale
I know will never happen.
Just months ago I was inspired
To live my life with passion.
Only to find myself
More lonely than before.
I was looking to the past
For things which made me happy.
I have grown and those
Prior things are meaningless.
I need to find a community
A place I feel at home.
A chance to be comfortable
And true to myself.
I thought my American Hero
Was all I needed.
Now I know I was wrong.
I look to me to find the truth.
For in my heart the answer lies
And itís only me who knows.
Now I set myself free
Of all the guilt and sorrow.
I wash my rape away in tears.
Holding on to it
Is only ripping at the
Very fibre of my soul.
My unfinished projects hang
Around my neck like
A rusty old pendant,
Weighing me down
I say goodbye to my first love
It was no oneís fault.
It just wasnít meant to be.
I say hello to my last love
With hopes and dreams.
It will never work though
Until I love me.


Invasion of the Soul

by

Sandra Davis

Distressing dreams disturb the darkness.
A figure strong and all possessive
Hovers over my feeble body.
Pathetic attempts to reject the
Betrayal of the highest degree.

Hot tears, stinging eyes
Cries for help are silent.
Though the screams are deafening
NO_NO_NO_

Cruel penetration of the body,
Violent invasion of the soul.
Mindís eye wanders to a safe place
In fantasy the pain is masked.

Memories concealed in obscurity
A hundred years pass.
Instantaneously the grief escalates
The poison seeps through the surface of my skin.


Demons

by

Sandra Davis

What can I do to help the pain diminish?
How can I protect you from your nightmares?
An invisible wall stands between us.
Open your mind to me,
Let your secrets flow.
Demons roam your soul,
Insidiously preying
On your weaknesses,
Cowardly clutching you.
Open your heart to me.
Let me listen to your troubles.
I cannot heal your wounds,
I wish I could.
Instead I offer you my heart.
Yours to hold and to keep,
A love unconditional and deep.


Deception

by

Sandra Davis

Faces concealed by shadows
Reach for me in desperation.
Their nails graze my skin
Leaving deep festering wounds.
Beaming soft, white light
Drenching my soul
Healing me from inside out.
The shadowy masks fall
As the sun rises towards the
Azure space.

Lost in dreams I want to escape
As I am force to stare at
The ugliness I deny.
Impossible promises taunt me.
Whispered wishes disintegrate
Squinting eyes see blurred images
Of fantasy, flight and freedom.
The beast appears as an angel
Before the grotesque deception
Becomes apparent.


The Shore

by

Sandra Davis

Hot, white scorching sand
Burn the souls of my feet.
The beating sun, bright and warm
Soaks my flesh with its rays.

Standing still, I breathe deeply
Absorbing my surrounds.
White curling waves crashing
Gently on a dampened shore.

The horizon draws away my sight.
Distant line separating
The heavens from the earth.
I cannot reach the intangible.


Ode to His Heart

by

Sandra Davis



My heart smarts with pinching flutters
As I wonder of his everlasting devotion
To my happiness and joy.
My eyes sparkle with anticipation as
I imagine all the awesome moments
One day we will share.
His heart is reserved for me by God.
A union decided upon in Heaven.
I reflect on his romantic words,
Truly inspired by the depth of his passion.
Each sunrise brings me closer to him.
Please let him see me inside and out.
Make him realise my love for him
Equals his for me.
My heart is exposed to him.
Left open to be torn in two.
Entirely trusting he is my soul mate.
He will delicately hold my fragile heart
In his strong willing hands.
I know ítis true for he whispers in my ears.
All that he emotes is entirely requited.
Hear my pulsing heart.
It beats for him.
It beats with him.
My heart is his.
His heart is mine.


The Flower Bed

by

Sandra Davis


Purple, white, pink and green
Delicate flowers dancing on the breeze.
Your petals glistening in the sun.
Fragile beauty, open your heart.

Purple, white, pink and green.
Beads of moisture grace your foliage
Enriching your pretty presence.
Any moment you may perish.


Belonging

by

Sandra Davis



I hold my breath and count to three
I choke back the tears I donít want you to see
My pulse races and I grind my teeth.
An artificial smile I allow to grace my face.
You smile at me like all if fine.
As words escape my lips in expression
You hush me down before they reach a destination.
Is there a meaningful place in your heart?
For a girl who needs there to be.
If so, then stretch out your arms
And wrap me in your loving embrace.


Too Late

by

Sandra Davis


They fall at their feet
For you my friend.
Give you their souls
And hope for your heart.
You protect it so well
Hiding your true self.

Before your eyes she
Appears to you.
The one who knows
You inside and out.
You reveal your spirit
With truth and hope.

She reads your thoughts
And hears your words.
Overwhelmed and confused
You close your heart to her.
She drifts to her
Destination without you.


The Twins

by

Sandra Davis

The red burning sky
Backdrop to an eerie
Familiar silhouette.
Two giant structures
Standing tall and foreboding,
Overshadowing the famous city.
As the bird approached the twins
in a motion slow and exaggerated
My thoughts reflect back to
memories of my virgin eyes and
The Great City.

Now the skies are piercing blue
So pretty and inviting
A perfect day, a glorious day.
No more though.
As the twins burn.
Smoke rising to the heavens.
Bright orange flames
Explode.
A balloon of fire lurches forth.
Chaos reigns, Destruction. Death in
The Great City.