Softly as a feather
You brush against my cheek
Quietly as a whisper
You speak to me in my sleep
As gently as a lover
You caress my skin
As profoundly as a song
I hear your voice within
Notes so clear
A touch so real
A dream in flight
Oh, so near
Fluttering … Flittering …
Your gossamer wings
Right before my eyes -
My impossible dream
Only five years old
Emily hold tightly to her doll
She’s trapped in an unknown world
So sweet, so innocent, and so small
Night is nearly upon them
As she sits shivering with cold & fear
Lying in her mother’s arms
Wondering, tonight, what danger is near
She finds it hard to fall asleep
Lying beneath the cruel night sky
As they hide in their secret corner
Hoping to be left alone by those who pass them by
Emily is much too young to understand
She cries for home, her room, her things
But mom tells her, “It’s okay honey,
We have each other, our hopes, & our dreams”
In a state between wakefulness & sleep
Mom holds Emily close
Desperation fills her heart
Knowing there’s nowhere else to go
Morning finally arrives
They’ve made it through another night
Emily awakens to her mother’s tears
And tells her,
“Don’t cry momma, you’ll see, we’ll be all right”
Days and weeks pass by
And each night is much the same
But as the nights grow colder
So does the illness and pain
Mom no longer seems to move so well
So in their hidden corner they stay
Even the search for food -
No longer happens everyday
As another morning finally arrives
Emily awakes at her mother’s side
But today, Emily is too young to understand
Why mom won’t even open her eyes
Emily,
only five years old
so sweet, so innocent …
Left all alone
Emily,
Only one story of many
in our failing economy
**Important Note:**
Image above is not my own and was found on photobucket. She is not Emily, simply a portrayal.
I open up the page
The first glimpse of who I am to be –
She lives in a fairy-tale castle
In a world of knights and gallantry
She dreams of her one true love
Whom her dad, the king, despises
The battle is fought and won -
Their love forever immortalized
The story is over
It’s the end of one life
Now time to move on
To overcome a new strife
In these pages
I can live many times
Within these stories
I commit my secret crime
I am a thief
Taking of these lives
Because it’s the only way
For my soul to survive
When the story unfolds
I am no longer me
My heart then will not feel
My own pain and misery
It’s an addiction like no other
One never before heard of or told
It’s my own secret sin -
An addiction that cannot be controlled!










