Death Is only the easy way out if you are the one who dies.

School used to be an escape. Now it's just another place with too much pressure, too much confrontation, & so not enough joy.

I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.

Forgiveness is easy. Trust is much more difficult, and should never be given lightly.

Whatever has happened in someone's past, the future is theirs to shape. The first step is to find a way out.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

crawling up into daddy's lap when dad was still DADDY nodding my head against his chest soaking in the comfort of his heart LISTENING to the thump...thump somewhere beneath muscle and breastbone I remember his arms their sublime ENCIRCLING and the shawdow of his voice "I love you, little girl. Put away your bad dreams. Daddy's here" I put them away, Until Daddy became my nightmare that one that came HOME from work everyday and instead of picking me up, chased me far far away