feeling it

This is a poem that I wrote 8 years ago, and it amazes me that the words still apply while facing into the challenges of today. I thought I would share:


 Deep down inside my mind I hold the pain I sometimes can't hide
 my body weak from endless emotion,
 draining me of hope, forgetting all connection

 My heart like branches kissed by winters chill,
 anger creeps in slowly and threatens to kill
 My mind becomes heavy, this burden again too hard to carry.

I begin to sink beneath its load, too many things I am trying to hold
trying to purge through the hurting and pain
burns down my cheeks like acid rain.

From the depths of sorrow and endless torment,
the past comes back, no longer dormant.

Lori Lund
Jan 12 2004

Speaking up

No More

Why do you look at me that way and follow me from room to room?

Don’t you know you are not welcome anymore to touch and tease and to groom?

Don’t raise your voice at me- not here, not now, not ever

I am but a stranger to you – Now that I walk in my grown up clothes

The past is gone, I am no longer a child, and you no longer have any power.

You took advantage as you felt you could, just cause you were bigger and in charge

You pretended to give us things we didn’t have

And somehow that made you believe-

That you had the right to do as you pleased, no matter what we might or might not need.

I know better now, not to trust you, even when your voice says I should

Even when you pretend you are better, while living in your own deceptive world.

You never thought about Now, or when the truth would eventually come out

That would show that you took some ownership, something that I highly doubt.

You are not so clever, so step down off your high horse you fool.

Your time will come soon, where you will have to answer to someone bigger and greater than you.

Try to talk yourself out of that one- and convince HIM of your intent

See if the lies are as easy to say, when your last lifeline is spent.

All I have for you is pity, I barely even have that.

My life is mine despite your pathetic advances

And how you end up is no skin off my back.

Lori Lund

June 6th 2012