Labyrinth of Miracles

 Paper Doll Tears If only you would look in the box in the hall under the attic stairs. You would find paper dolls With gold and flaxen hair. The bodies may be worn and them clothes torn and you can see the traces of tears  on their faces. The paper dolls you see how sad they look with tear stains on their cheeks For the many years  they have lain here waiting to be spied by a child inside who will again dress them with care. When at last they are loved The sadness will pass and the paper doll’s tears will at last disappear. 8-10-2007

I am the person I am today because of the life I lived along the way. But there is a person inside of me screaming to be set free. Wishing for another chance to prove I can do the dance. She tries to stifle me at every change to stop my growth with a glance. i will prevail and I will grow I will not be stifled and I will not fail. Waiting for another chance to prove that I can do the dance. I will stand strong I will not brake I will not cower nor I will not cry my spirit will not be broken for I would die. Waiting for that next change to prove that I can do the dance. She has no power over me she cannot brake me nor will I flee Her lies will not diminish me My life is mine for me to be free. I can do the dance I have no need of a second chance.