Linda Racaniello

(1966 / florida)

The Crossroads Between Heaven & Hell

Listening to the symphony of sounds from my cell
I'm at the crossroads between heaven and hell

Remembering back through all of those years
the laughter, the pain and so many tears

Skipped through childhood, danced through teens
loved and cried in our twenties; had kids in between

The depression of life had me shivering in fear
wishing I was invisible or could just disappear

No more pretending to be something I'm not,
as I summon the courage that time has forgot

I've gathered my strength; pulled together my rage
put my life down in a book screaming from each page

Skipped through childhood; danced through teens
loved and cried in our twenties, had kids in between

Imagine an elevator traveling through time and fate
Reliving all the memories from both love and hate

Listening to the symphony of the sounds of farewell
I'm at the crossroads between heaven and hell

Submitted: Monday, March 24, 2008

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  • Madina Morris (2/14/2013 2:39:00 PM)

    I don't even have to tell you this poem is...amazing, because i know you already know that. I must say this poem is truly heart touching. (Report) Reply

  • Bonnie Collins (5/19/2008 6:56:00 PM)

    Enjoyed this one Linda, and you have so much talent, so sorry about your life as it is for you now... But try to look at the cards you are delt with and move ON, and try to learn from the bad, and mistakes that have occured, it is a hard thing to do for all of us, however I believe things happen for a reason in life, sometimes the worst of things, we may not have an answer today, but somehow, somewhere, it appears before us.... Very tender and filled with much emotion....

    Bonnie (Report) Reply

  • Barbara Terry (3/24/2008 5:46:00 PM)

    Been there, done that, Linda. You speak a lot of truth in these lines. My favorite stanza are these two lines:

    No more pretending to be something I'm not,
    as I summon the courage that time has forgot

    I have stopped pretending to be something I am not years ago, and now I demand to be treated and addressed as the woman I am and always have been. People say that I have courage, and that I am brave to bare my soul in my poems. But I am just surviving, and living the life I was meant to live. It doesn't matter what package we come in, or how decent or bad we are, we all stand at the Crossroads Between Heaven And Hell, at one or another in our lives. I have stood at these crossroads many times in my life, but the Lord Jesus was there to guide me on the right path. With His help, I have pushed forward. We all can push forward, if we give courage a chance. Nice write and so full of emotion. This was written from the heart. WRITE ON! ! ! ! !

    Love & hugs,
    Barbara (Report) Reply

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