This poem was written when I had just lost two people; One a dear surrogate-mother, to death, and the other a beloved friend, to a destroyed relationship. I was bereft at the losses all at once, with no way to reverse the causes of the losses. This poem has become the anthem for all the losses suffered since.

I wrote this upon hearing my 42 year-old nephew had died of aids complications. He began life a decent child, a bit feistier than his siblings, and by his teens had embarked on the road to his demise. I was more a sibling, too, than an aunt, as we were all so close in age. So, our lives were as a mesh. When I was told he had aids from drug use, I did not want him close to the little ones of the family, as he was still taking drugs and drinking heavily, which led to him getting sick in the presence of the family.

His siblings felt I should be more understanding and I just could not. I had lost 2 sisters to "standard" diseases for which there were no cures, and it angered me to think he had the opportunity to delay this one when two fine people could not.

Well, I adored the child that was my nephew, but could not come to grips with the man that was my nephew. I thank God He was in his faith in those last years.

I wrote this after my own mother told me she had given up on me because she didn't know me anymore. She told me that she didn't even think I knew myself. After much soul-searching and self-analysis, I found out.

This is who I am. This is who I never wanted to be, but what my life has made me. This is who I must change, before others change me even more.

Soar speaks of flying away from pain caused by a broken heart. It's about a hopeful search to get back the happiness once possessed.

This poem is about my mother and father. They had been married for 24 years, and had dated for 4 years before they were married. He left her 2 days before my wedding, for another woman. My mother is pulling through though; and she is very brave and strong. This is for you, Mom.

This poem is dedicated to the most special person in the world, my mother, whom has been through so much in the past few years. My mother and father were married for 24 years, and dated for 4 years before that. He left her for another woman, and she was devastated. Now, two years later she has finally found the courage to move on.

Haven't we all been denied love? Denied the acceptance or even acknowledgement of our existence. Sure, we've all said "Oh, she doesn't even know I'm alive!" But what about a child, denied the love of her father, the one who gave her life? Where is she to turn?

I wrote this one night after I had been out skating, and tried some tricks and fallen a few times. This poem seems on the surface to be about trying a trick and failing: but it has a deeper meaning. It is more of a metaphor for love and rejection.

I wrote this in a pit of quiet desperation. So alone. So many obstacles in my future. All I could do was cry. And in my life, I have to hide to cry.

This poem is about the bitterness that people keep within themselves, and how they are afraid to show their feelings.