Places in  my Heart

Sometimes in the darkest places of my heart,
I allow my fears to run free.
I wonder about my life story,
And if anyone has really loved me.

 

My reflection is mirrored from my soul,
I see things in myself that others can't see.
There is more than the wrinkles and graying hair,
that makes the woman that is me.

 

My inner child has been lost somewhere,
She struggles to break free.
Work and family, trying to pay the bills,
Have left some scars on me.

 

My smile was nearly left behind,
When loved ones died and left me.
There were times when I felt so alone,
That the night nearly suffocated me.

 

The fear of growing old and frail alone,
Still haunts my heart each day.
Love comes so easily to a chosen few,
They hold hands and romp and play.

 

For me, it seems that always has to wait,
There are other things that have to be.
I still don't know what lies ahead,
But I'm content now to wait and see.

 

Dianna Petry copyright 2002
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