Falling
That astrology woman
She told me I am down
And I have been for five years.
And I will be for two more.
But I don't need her to tell me this
I have known.
And today is just another day in hell!
But what I thought
Is that if I made it past twenty
I'd be ok.
But now that isn't true,
I have to survive through twenty-one
To February of 1988.
When things will start to get better.
The way I feel right now
It seems that day will never come.
I will always be below myself
And if I walk I am hurt
My soul is pushed deeper
Each year a foot closer to hell.
I am burried under nineteen feet of dirt so far!
Blizzard Skies 12-2-85
I don't know why my poems start out fine and end up manical.
I truly thought I was insane.
As you can see I survived until 1988.
In fact things started looking up in 1987.
June 87: Got my first apartment.
August 87: Started a nanny job that lasted three years
November 89: Reunited with my only boyfriend (from 79-83)
November 90: Had a beautiful baby boy.
Life ALWAYS gets better if you don't let it beat you!
I have had a great life.
Full up ups and downs, but full.