'Come Help Me To Write My Story' Poem by Linda Winchell

Come help me to write my story
The one I need for you to tell.
Of the times I've spent here on earth
And the others I've spent in my silent Hell.

Come give me some bits and pieces
Of what you think my life was or might have been.
Come share with others my secrets held
Of the darkness of unmentioned sins.

Come help me to pen line by line
What you think it was you've seen.
In the harvest that I was unable to reap
And of anothers I had only gleaned.

Please tell them of the life I've lived
For I can not tell its dreadful story.
I haven't anything to boast about
None of which in life I have not glory.

For the words are stuck deep within my mouth
And ner do words I wish to dare explain.
Of this life I hid from anothers view
A life of lies and of unforgiven shame.

Come help me to write my story
Type it and send it out for all that they might read.
I haven't the time left in my life to do it now
In this, my barren life you've helped me to see.