Joice Fairchild

(Golden, CO, USA)

I - Poem by Joice Fairchild

When I was child
almost blind, beaten
told that I was ugly
and unworthy of love
My unconquered spirit
lived in silence
masked emotions
yet rusted life
I hid inside
a shell of dreams where
flowers grew in concrete
and imagination flourished
There I learned
that each fo us is more
than bone and flesh
blood and mind
For pulsing with the heat
the rhythm of the soul
uniquely dances
to a living tune
I am special
and so are you
alive with feeling
deserving of love

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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