Too many times



Too many times have I heard I'm not enough
knowing I'm too weak
I'm still not strong enough to be so though
("Quiet, dont you dare speak")

Too few times have I heard that I matter
feeling tired of tears
�Friends are everywhere out there, it's just to gather�
But no one wants my fears

Too many times have I been passed, forgotten
being invisible again
Can't help when I feel that the world is rotten
passing me all this pain

Too few times has anyone stopped for a hug
just to comfort me
I'm feeling stepped on and torn just like a rug
Don't say; "break free"


Because it's hard to rise when everyone stands ON you....

You and I are in unbreakable solidarity, Silke. It has been so healing for me to have the privilege of knowing and loving you these past nearly two years now, and sharing all this with you; we don't have to bear the burden alone, we don't have to be consumed from the inside by the pain of our experiences as we were before, now that we have someone to talk to, to share with. It's wonderful to know and love someone who just understands without our having to explain a thing, or even say a word.

You really are the very best friend I've ever had, and I am also completely in love with you. It's great to share our lives together, the good and the bad both. We are making good and happy memories now.

I love you Mausimutti!

*Sweet Kisses Without Number*

SI! SE PUEDE!

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA

~Thank you,My Love.

(SI! SE PUEDE!)

Silke

Yes Silke, it is hard to rise when everyone stands ON you, I LOVE that part of the poem. Also, please KNOW that you matter to me, you matter VERY much to me!

Love,
Dara