New Poetry

Crossing The Bridge


On the path there are many twists and turns.

There are days of joy mixed with heartache,

Days of utter confusion and despair mixed with hope,

Days of wondering will you ever be able to cross the bridge.



Don't lose hope, continue on the path until the bridge is within reach;

With its pure glistening water below and the warmth of the sun hitting your face.

Crossing the bridge is hard when the wounded heart is fearful of the unknown.



Are you ready to cross; leaving the old life behind?

Its hard to change when the wounds of the past have built your life.

On one side there is dark blindness; the other light and life abundance;

Which one will you choose?

Where Did The Time Go?

I can't believe that on 9/1/08 my book will have been out for one year! It still blows my mind at times that I thought this was impossible! Accomplishing this reaffirms my belief that anything is possible. It also reaffirms my belief in the healing process and that there IS hope for other survivors!

It took me almost 3 years to finish this. In 2005 I had a major triggering event with my abuser that brought ALL of these feelings back. I stand by and I am proud of this work. It has caused a major rift with my family. It is a consequence that I am willing to accept. Maintaining family relationships are NO trade off for tranquility and peace!


I am looking forward to this year's festival with great anticipation!

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New Poetry

This new poem was inspired by an actual event that took place in my life recently. I love drawing inspiration from all sorts of places. I hope everyone enjoys the poem.


Someone In The Crowd



Saw him sitting there in the crowd

For a moment remembered the things he has done; like a thief stole youth’s dreams, innocence and possibility with one touch, the anger, rage and pain, how through the journey the spirit cleans up the mess he made

The moment over, turn and walk away, remember what has been done to live and thrive

In a new life he has no place, no longer a face or a name, now just someone in the crowd