To Be Not Hungry

For I have not seen food for weeks,

Am poor in body and spirit.

I see the promised receive their gifts,

And as thou I may ask,

I fear they see me as a mosquito or knat,

Not the maiden.

Even when I ask,

I am told they have nothing,

A lie that makes them feels as thou have too little.

For I know I cannot be hungry,

To show fear, to cower, to grovel

Will not get me closer to the Promised Land.

As my head is heavy from pain I shall rise.

For when their heartless souls will not give,

My strength and inner pride

Will make them admire who I am.

And they will see me as royalty,

To earn my respect.

My time will come.

All I have to do is wait.

You Don't Have to be Perfect

You look so amazing,

You work so hard,

You are so nice.

Don't worry about being perfect.

Don't worry about trying to outshine others.

Don't worry about minor flaws.

You will always be the same way as we first met.

You will always be a princess forever in my eyes.

A Fighter's Friend

As I come from a battle,

Whether it be against one or one million.

Whether I face heights the size of the tallest building.

Whether I come from a battle where people see me as the devil himself.

At least I have you my friend by my side.

Giving me optimism,

Giving me warmth,

Showing me that no matter what the odds,

To you I'm the greatest hero ever.

For that I say these words,

Thank you.

Beating the Odds

They say I cannot survive,

They say I cannot win,

They say I cannot do my dream.

But I will prove them wrong.

I will work hard,

I will adapt,

I will find a way to win.

Because I know I will not only be a fighter,

I will be a champion.

I am An Island

When I am with people above me
I feel like I am on a treadmill out of control.
The faster and smarter they talk,
The harder it is to catch up.
I want to be like them,
Because no one likes amateurs.
But when they stop talking,
All there is silence.
I hate the damn silence.

When I am with the people between me,
The silence is worse.
I try to talk,
But they do not understand.
\They concentrate on what they feel,
And I have no choice but to understand,
Even when it hurts.

No friends above,
No friends below.
I am an island to myself.
Please understand me and get me off.

unknown

In the middle of the road,
There is a dreary building
That was once used to train for war.
But now in that building is a ray for hope.
A kind, lovely angel stands at the dark building
With pictures of children and cuddlies surrounding it,

I come to offer something simple
And she gives back smiles and hope.
Her touches are heavenly,
And her wisdom profound
And as I leave there
I feel blessed
That such an angel with her smile
Can brighten the darkest of nights.

Hope

The room of scars is a lonely, frightening room.
One no one wishes to be in.
But the secret is for that one who enters, many enter too.
Frightened, scared, hopeless.
Not knowing where the light is.
First, you must believe in yourself.
In hope, good things come, there is no bad.
In hope comes trust.
Because one person who locked you in there does not make a population.
Believe in good, believe in friends.
I may not know all the room of scars,
But I do know of at least of one exit.
And I promise a friend will be right there waiting.