Poems from Penola

She didn’t notice, at first That anything was wrong She always felt whole But They told her she couldn’t be She was not Right Not the right...
When you can fight freely knowing that you will get through this. When you can play and wrestle like children over the smallest things....
Hot and Cold It hurts so bad This quivering, squirming feeling  Deep in my gut I almost can't stand it A need - The Need- To just make it...
Hands cover our  Ears and We refuse To believe- To see- To be- What we once Were-  It fades. And we continue on - as if it is not  even...

Pages