Upon this page with words I do impart The feelings that burn deep within my heart. Daddy? I closed my eyes and hoped to see My Daddy Who still remains unknown to me. © 2000 Ruth Cox Norman Heart My heart was opened Blood dripping from a fresh wound Closed my heart once more. © 2000 Ruth Cox Norman Fading Friendship Morning glory fades Dusk in final appearance Rest in peace my friend. © 2000 Ruth Cox Norman ??? Shall I? Or shall I not? Be satisfied with what I've got? © 2002 Ruth Cox Norman Why O' Why? Why o' Why Can I not just die? Why o' why Must I forever cry? Why o' why Begin each day with a sigh? Why o' why End ev'ry night pleadin' to Him on High? Why o' why? Can I not just die? © 2003 Ruth Cox Norman I AM I AM... a woman with a spirit as unique as each day's dawn. I WONDER... at the beauty 'n' the grace of the majestic swan. I HEAR... a wee voice from somewhere deep inside. I SEE... that from life I can no longer hide. I WANT... to do 'n' to be what God intended of me. I AM... a woman with a heart for which only I hold the key. I PRETEND... that from love I've completely withdrawn. I FEEL... at a loss o'er the good years foregone. I WORRY... o'er when the valleys o' life will subside. I CRY... alone as I choose not in another to confide. I UNDERSTAND... that from reality one cannot flee. I SAY... what's on my mind with all honesty. I DREAM... when I'm awake o' not bein' life's pawn. I TRY... not to dwell on past loves bygone. I HOPE... that the future holds much for me to see. I AM... a woman with a unique soul when I'm just bein' me. © 2005 Ruth Cox In This Room In this room I attempt to hide bare walls close in upon me once again I take it all in stride grab the tools I've used before to live not to hide in this room. © 2006 Ruth Cox "From Within" Midi Provided By Night Angel All poetry & writings, photos, graphics & midis are copyrighted. Please respect my wishes that they not be used... Nor be removed from the pages of abitosunshine... Without the written permission of myself or the artist. Your cooperation is appreciated. © 2002-Present, Ruth Cox