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The light is gone,
There's no more life!
All thats left
Are open wounds
That leads the air
Into her soul.
Air.
What good is the air
That lies within her soul
If there's nothing there
To support her living?
How can this girl survive?
How can she sustain any life,
If all the people who are near
Don't even see what's become?
What has become?
Her life was shattered
By the stones
That were cast into her
By her family and friends.
Why can't they see
What they have done?
They've raped the very soul within her,
And left her body
To fend for itself.

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..::Shackels::..

Friends we are not,
And shall probably never be.
I see you in the halls,
Paying no attention to me.
You had everything,
What was the problem?
What burden was so large
That you couldn't carry?
Why did you think you couldn't do it,
Hold on through all the trials.
Just as all the eyes of nameless faces
You look into everyday, have done almost.
You see,
Life isn't always simple,
You wont always be sheltered.
I'm sorry you didn't know.
But still,
Through we are not friends,
I wonder
What bound you to doing such a thing?
What shackels were closed tightly upon your wrist?
How could you not hear the voices
Of the people who mean the most to you?
Even the people who mean nothing,
Nothing at all to you,
But in the back of your mind
You know they've had harder times than yourself.
How could you not realize
What your actions would do to friends,
And where it would leave the rest of us.
Why can't you see
Even people like me,
Who know but don't care for you
Wonder why you couldn't just have looked around
For just a moment
And thought of the less fortunate.
Then maybe you would have realized
That you could break the shackels that you wore.
And what ever the problem you could fight through it.
Then maybe you wouldn't have given in so easily.

~~Libby Howard
April 13, 2001

..::Changing A Life::..
Once I found
A heart turned cold,
Against the world,
Against all love.
He'd been hurt,
And wasn't ready for the pain again.
Finally he let me in,
But still I saw the fear in his eyes.
I reached out to him,
And showed him a love
Far greater than my own could ever be.
Soon his heart warmed,
And let me grow closer.
We laughed,
and loved,
and felt certian that we'd found something so right.
But soon I found
Things weren't as great as always.
Growing apart,
Both our heart grew cold.
But only cold with each other.
Not long after, I realized
I had done something
That would bring the pain
Back into that loving heart,
Which with my own words,
And smiles
Had given back the love of life.
How could the same person that once warmed a heart
Turn it colder than it was at first?


~~Libby Howard
April 13, 2001

..:: Keeping My Promise ::..

I didn't mean to lie to you,
When I said I'd be okay.
I couldn't have fathomed
Just how hard it would be.
At first I was glad,
Not that you were gone,
God knows you left a void in my soul
That shall never be filled again.
But glad to know
That you suffered no longer.
Then you weren't there.
You weren't there to talk,
To calm my fears,
To ease my pain.
What was I to do with out you.
I felt as though when you left,
You took my soul along with you,
And left nothing but a lifeless,
Lonely soul to fend it's way
Through what used to be my life.
I sat, while drop of mourn rolled down my face,
And yearned for your arms
To hold me tight,
For you to once more
tell me I'd be alright.
But how?
How could I recover from this
With out you here to tell me to
As you had always done before?
Now I set
Looking at the sun,
Facing the very precence of God.
And I realize once more,
With every rising sun,
With every birth of a new day,
A new month,
A new year,
Your voice is inside of me,
In my very heart,
Telling me to live,
To love,
To laugh,
And leave nothing undiscovered.
For I will never forget your voice,
And I will always yearn for your embrace.
And Finally I realize
I kept my promise:
I Will Be Okay.
With every rising of the sun,
Until the setting of my life,
I WILL BE OKAY!

~ I will always love you momma!


~~With All My Love
Libby
April 13, 2001