So many things have me pulled back and held down-I wish my spirit could soar. My world is bright and happy-at least that's what you see. But those shadows are so close to me. It's getting slowly harder to breathe. Each moment I need release, but I don't want to speak, I'm afraid. My hands are tied behind my back, and all I want is to open them up to you. You can hear me with my mouth shut-then you speak what I wanted to say. The way you speak interests me. My words are silenced. My face is a mask I order to say nothing about the fragile feelings hiding deep inside my soul.
~Lisa~(C)2004
