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...