Poetry
There is a place where I belong, that I have only seen.
A place to sing, and laugh and love, but only in a dream.
People say, "don't waste your time, be happy where you are."
But they don't know what "happy" is, they've never looked that far.
Little people with tiny dreams, that's all they seem to me.
Forever running to and fro, too busy to ever see.
I know one day that I will find, this place that I perceive.
A place to sing and laugh and love, if only I believe.
If I look inside myself, the answers I will find.
Face the truth, confront the pain, free them from my mind.
Listen to the voice inside, too silent for too long.
Heed the cry of unshed tears, release them now and mourn.
Memories, once forgotten - remembered now instead.
Put the past behind me - for tomorrow waits ahead.
Tomorrow I will find this place, on that you can depend.
A place to sing and laugh and love, and it will never end.
It will never end because the truth can never die.
Believe in what I know is true, and nevermore I'll lie.
For if I tell myself the truth and believe in every word.
Then no one ever, I'll deceive, no matter what I've heard.
Listen to myself and heed the warning voice inside.
If my conscience yells or screams than probably, I lied.
Heed the cries, spare the pain, my only hope to find,
A place to sing and laugh and love, if only in my mind.
© 1992 Bobbie Ann Pimm
I close my eyes
a breeze caresses my face.
My hair billows behind me as
the whorl strokes my neck,
tingling my spine.
I shiver
the hair on my arms bristle.
Warm again,
I savor the scent of the air.
Deeply, I inhale the briny mist,
making it a part of me,
and I,
a part of it.
The scent lingers,
another draft embraces my body
and quivers through my soul.
I breathe deeper,
wanting more.
It complies
another shudder
stillness ensues.
In the distance,
a lonely bell tolls.
A buoy no doubt,
a warning no one is heeding . . .
Reluctantly,
I open my eyes
Blackness engulfs me.
Peering into the darkness,
distant lights appear.
One off to the left,
another straight ahead --
boats offshore,
moored for the night.
My mind drifts
I hear music and laughter,
a smile crosses my face.
I feel silly, for dreaming.
I glance up,
what a marvelous sight
a million points of light make.
I push my head back further
for a better look.
A few seconds pass
I become a part of them,
so close, yet so far.
I reach out to touch them
and they touch me.
Numbness tingles my neck,
I stretch and stand. My toes
sink into the cool sand and squish
as I stroll along the strand.
I wander aimlessly
hopelessly lost,
though "home"
is a short distance away.
© 1997 Bobbie Ann Pimm
Published in Prose and Poet Tastery
You
You stole my dream
It should've been mine
It could've been mine
But you were selfish and evil
and you took what wasn't yours
You stole my innocence
You stole my soul
You raped them
as surely as you raped me
I should hate you
But I can't
I won't
I will not lower myself
to your baseness
You
Big man
You needed a knife
and your friends
to overcome a twelve year old girl
Big man
I'm impressed
For so long you had me quivering,
shaking, afraid to live
and love
Little man
I'm impressed
with me, my power
to overcome your evil
Now I am whole
You don't own me anymore
I am not afraid
© 1996 Bobbie Ann Pimm
Published in The Healing Woman
The curtain rises
Blackness fades
Shadows lighten
Sanity bades
Life beckons
Please take heed
Reason calls
Follow the lead
Wreckage surrounds me
Ruin did make
It's not so pretty --
Depression's wake
Now cry once more
For what was lost
That time is over
That bridge is crossed
Pick up the pieces
Set things right
The future's ahead
The morning is bright
© 1996 Bobbie Ann Pimm
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