Ruth warren Poems

You held my heart in your hands,
And threw it down upon the sands.

Now my heart is bent and broken,
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Climbing up a mountain
Pulling myself higher and higher
Out of the pit of misery.
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The child is filled with terror,
as she trembles in her room;
it's almost time, for her to comply,
with their wishes, all too soon.
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I know of a secret place, where only
I'm allowed to go;
for it's my safety and harbor, and
it lies deep within my soul.
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I opened up the door, to a room at
the nursing home;
it was dark and quiet inside, for
my Mother liked being alone.
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Into the beautiful forest, I run as fast
as a deer;
they're growing closer by the minute,
my heart is filled with fear.
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A little girl, with tears in her eyes,
kneels gently beside her bed;
she's either praying for safety, or
pleading that she was dead.
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Oh little girl, my heart has a burden
for you;
we have so much in common, if only
you really knew.
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She smokes too many cigarettes, she
takes too many pills;
she tries her best to ease the pain,
but slowly her hearts being killed.
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Storms brewing
Storms howling
how true to life
storms can really be,
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