DRUNKEN DRIVE

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

-anonymous

WHO I AM

I am Not My Scars 

I Know you see my pains 

Reflection Through the window of my eye 

Every let down , misconception , every hurt , and every lie... 

I try to cover up, yet my nakedness still shows. 

You see me in my truest form, 

Iam vulnerable and exposed. 

Sometime the phantom of my past , 

Appears , though I try to forget , 

Even When I hide it in the darkness, I still see its silhouette. 

So why do I regret...? 

These events are the fabric of who I've come To be , every instance like a fiber woven in my life's 

Tapestry, I can only look back for wisdom , I must let this be my strength but even I have yet 

To discover the true extent of its 

Length , I have only gone so deep, 

On The surface it hurts so much 

When I feel my ugliness visible. 

I just want to cover up 

But these memories , the pain from my past and what I see... 

This is only an illusion , not the definition of Me, Iam not my downfalls, and I am not my mistakes, 

Yet when they look at me this is all they seem to take. 

But look at me, look into my soul..... look at Who I really am, 

Not the scars that clearly show. 

I have remind myself who I am every day, Becaues everyone and everything tries to lead my mind astray, they want me to believe , 

I am who they see me to be.... 

They try to show me what I've 

Overcome as if it it's still me. 

Will I live up to be the , 

Conceptions as they made or will I, 

Make my own path 

Let The past lie where it may 

See I am not my scars 

My scars are just the proof 

That I have healed from. 

Be kind to yourself 

LOVE

In silence as the Universe conceived, 
In silence doth the heart of man seek out 
That other heart to rest on; 
Nature’s soul Yearns ceaselessly to give its speechless calm 
Unto her restless children as they roam 
Far from that central place which is their home. 
Wouldst know thy Mother Nature face to face? 
Wouldst hear her silent heartbeats? 
Close thine ears 
And still they senses; 
wouldst thou feel her arms Enfold they being? 
Thou must give thyself 
In uttermost abandon to her will 
That she may teach thee the one truth--be still! 
Be still--and from the Silence shall arise 
A mem’ry of forgotten mysteries. 
A healing peace descending on thy soul 
Shall bear it up to regions beyond words 
Where thou shalt learn the secrets of the earth, 
Of wind and flame and how the stars have birth. 
Then shalt thou know thy heritage of joy; 
Borne on the pinions of the Bird of Life, 
Tuned to the rhythm of revolving spheres, 
Feeling with all that breathes, with all that strives 
For union with its prototype above, 
The silent comforter whose name is--Love. 
-Frances Poile