In the stillness of my room
where roses neve bloom
and everything is dead
I lay my head
...
Unmoving trees reached towards the sky
and flowers bent their heads
The water's edge was silent
For all the wind was dead
...
I was born in Minnesota and spent my early years there. I married and moved to California where my late husband was in the Navy. After he retired we moved to Bremerton, Washington. He passed away in 1994 and I have remained in Bremerton with our two children and five grandchildren and one great-grandchild. I began writing poetry at an early age...in my teens...During a dark period of my life I wrote several which reflected my struggles at that time. I enjoy writing Poetry and find it very meaningful. I am now very involved in a Christian based alcohol/drug support ministry called H.A.D. Ministries and stay very busy working with people in recovery.)
Free
In the stillness of my room
where roses neve bloom
and everything is dead
I lay my head
In my shelter from the world
Quiet thoughts are hurled
and spin forevermore
Behind closed doors
My walls echo the meaning
where my mind is leaning
Re-sound from afar
and push the door ajar
I grasp in reality
what I have done to me
And leave my inner self
upon a dusty shelf
But when the morning breaks
I'll pick up what it takes
to dust my inner soul
and teach myself control
And then no human being
will ever break this feeling
Not touched by earthly bonds
Than I can carry on