Click here for a list of healing poetry.     The Future They say, "The children are our future." And I fear that this is true. But faced with a task so daunting, Just what is a parent to do? There are days I barely hold on Worried I cannot cope. I pray for strength and guidance. I long for words of hope. Someone forgot to warn me That children needed more Than someone who could teach them To count from one to four. They also need love and wisdom, A firm and guiding hand. They need someone to pick them up And show them how to stand. Life is full of lessons That we all need to learn. And this is one diploma That is not easy to earn. But if "The children are our future" What is a parent to do? Face the lessons, come what may Because their future rests with you.     Johnny Graduates Tomorrow What do you mean, "Johnny can't read?" He graduates tomorrow. One can only imagine what his life will be like, His pain, his fear, his sorrow. His parents feel it must have been The failure of his teachers. It seems they can remember a problem, once. They called but didn't reach her. They don't remember the times Johnny asked for help. Attention was what he needed. But their lives were hard and very painful. They were never able to see it. Their bitter fights, then the custody battles Could never be to blame. That was all done in Johnny's best interest. Revenge never entered the game. So what if Johnny couldn't concentrate And was nervous all the time. If the teachers had only done their jobs, Everything would have been just fine. It couldn't have been his parents' fault. Their dues have all been paid. They covered up and made excuses for Every mistake he ever made. No, it had to be the teachers' fault. The blame they will not borrow. But it really doesn't matter now for Johnny still can't read. And he graduates tomorrow.     Divorce Divorce should be between you and me. The children should never fear That we cannot control our anger. Let's make this point more clear. So often the children are the victims Of all our grief and strife. Let's work together to protect them And cherish these precious lives. It is much more difficult To put our hate aside. But to do so is an indication Of what we're truly like inside. A measure of a person's worth Cannot be viewed as gold. But in the way the childrens' lives Do flower and unfold.     Anger Anger is an emotion We don't always understand. There is a fear of seeing it, For it may get out of hand. But anger can be a friend, A positive emotion. When channeled with care, it can bring A needed change in motion. Rather, it is rage That perhaps we need to fear. It is formed when anger Doesn't flow through free and clear. For when emotions are suppressed And not allowed to form, They seethe inside your very soul And you begin to mourn. So find a way to give your anger voice, It need not be loud or strong. For anger can spark a change That has been needed all along.

I'm Only Happy     When I'm Thin When you look into the mirror You will always see An image that is different From the way that I see me. I only see the ugly, The fat and all the bad. I never seem to understand The goodness I've always had. You can tell me once again How pretty I might be. But I never really hear those words. My weight is all I see. My self-worth is always centered Around the numbers on the scale, For they will never lie to me. This system never fails. So please don't keep repeating Words of regret and of sorrow. I'm only happy when I'm thin. And I don't care about tomorrow.     Drugs, a Mighty Master Drugs, they are a mighty master, Many lives they do control. Each day their grip gets tighter, As they begin to take their toll. Each day the need grows stronger. The price becomes much higher. It is so easy to just give in. The load will seem much lighter. Reality begins to disappear. The truth cannot be seen. To lie, to steal, to cheat Soon destroys the self-esteem. Family and friends will begin To desert the sinking ship, As the fabric of a life Begins to slowly rip. Drugs, they are a mighty master, Many lives they do control. There is no easy answer As they do battle for the soul.     My Angel I'd always heard of angels But hadn't met one so far. Yet I was certain they existed If you wished upon a star. Other people seemed to benefit From miracles, it's true. But I never thought I'd see an angel Until the day that I saw you. I see an angel in your eyes On your breath, its wings do flutter. There's an angel's glow around you. I can see it in no other. As I grew to love you And old wounds began to heal I realize an angel isn't something you can touch But something you must feel. As I gaze upon your smiling face It all just seems so clear. For every time I look upon you I know an angel's near.     You Didn't Really Love Me... Even though you said you loved me My confidence was low. Because if you really loved me You wouldn't hurt me so. Even though you never hit me With your hands or with a belt, Your words did often hurt me Like blows that could be felt. As a child I could not run, And all the words I could not say Are still stuffed deep inside me. "Please help me heal," I pray. I've cried myself to sleep On many a dark night Wondering why you hated me, Struggling to see the light. It has taken years for me To finally realize It wasn't me you really hated. It was yourself--down deep inside. And the pain you must have felt You gave each day to me. But now I won't accept such guilt. My soul has been set free. Click here to visit www.healingwithwisdom.com These sites are linked for easy navigation.