June 21,1998
I have come from the deep,
Where bewitched by a spell
I slept years of dull sleep,
Trapped in my private hell.
I now learn what it takes
Clearing debts of past lives.
I have seen what's at stake,
Felt the pain, like sharp knives.
AND NOW...
Not afraid to be weak.
If I want, I will cry.
I won't hide, I will speak!
And my spirit will fly.
I don't care what 'they' say,
I'll return to myself.
I can follow MY way,
Put my fears on the shelf.
I am ME, I am whole,
Have a smile on my face.
Open doors to my soul,
So love fills every space.
I am free, I can mend,
And I take every chance.
I CAN fight to the end,
And there IS innocence!
Elisabeth Leonore
Copyrighted 1998-2001
