This is the last in a series of three poems written shortly after the loss of my two closest friends - one in a deadly twist of fate and the other by a cruel betrayal. This poem was written to the friend who betrayed me when I was mourning my loss.

This poem was written shortly after the loss of my two closest friends - one in a deadly twist of fate and the other by a cruel betrayal. Unable to confide in the people who loved me, I withdrew into a world of my own making. Writing poems helped me to survive....and heal, a shattered heart. This is the first in a series of three poems aptly entitled Shattered.

This is the second in a series of three poems written shortly after the loss of my two closest friends - one in a deadly twist of fate and the other by a cruel betrayal. Unable or unwilling to confide in my husband and the other people who loved me, I withdrew into a world of my own making. This poem was written for them.

This poem was written while my best friend spent a month in a coma. I was terrified for her life and I felt that only way I could express myself to everyone was to write it in words.

This is a poem telling of the hurt, despair, and betrayal I was feeling when I was in Germany, my husband was in Saudi, and my father had passed away. The pain that I felt when all the people that I thought I could count on to help me get through my sorrow were not there for me. These thoughts came from my inner soul.

This poem is about the pain people give to one another and how it effects people, and how I wish to take their pain away "To obliterate hate", for hate creates pain.

I never feel comfortable in a living or working environment until I have personalized it with my own memorabilia - things that say "I am here, and this is who I am". But several years ago I found myself in a situation where I lost a large part of myself and one of my closest friends at the same time. When I began to reflect on my life, I began to realize that I didn't even recognize the woman who was displayed on the walls of my apartment and my cubicle. This was my response to that epiphany.

How many times have you found yourself in a situation where you swore you would never do anything to make you feel that way ever again? I wrote this at time when I had heard myself say "never again" so many times that the echo in my brain never subsided.

I have no outlet for my emotions, the kind of emotions that make us human and prove to us that we depend on others a lot, and when those you depend on leave you, you realize that maybe only some one who has gone through what you are going through, can really maybe come to understand what you're feeling. That is why I use my poems as an outlet. Let's just say, my poems are an expression of the pain in my soul.

This poem was written for a friend of mine who was trying to decide what to do with a relationship with someone he once loved, and while looking inside himself, he realized he still did. Yet the relationship did not seem to be the best one for him, or in the long run for either of them. But how do you turn and walk away when a portion of your heart is longing to stay? That is a question only the heart and mind can answer and it is not an easy one to answer. Do you put your heart on the line again, or do you close the door and slowly walk away? Only you can decide.