Law Of Self
A queen is coming down,
A huge glass stairway.
A drop of blood,
Falls on the ground at her feet.
Why does the wind,
Tell me, lose itself?
Why does the child
Want to flee it's winter?
Look mother,
Here comes my father.
As a rising day,
We could believe it was hell coming up.
Why mother,
Do I only have my brother in this world?
Why parents,
Tell me what I should do?
Look ahead,
You'll see the sea.
Go ahead child,
Go join your mommy.
Sun setting,
At the bottom of a light.
Darkness coming,
Creating itself on my land.
Why do I live and walk,
Roaming this way?
Why do I live and walk,
Seeing that mystery?
(Elaine Marie LeBel Dec.. 1981, 17 years old)
Well, it's quite scary if I think about it! Later I realized that the queen was my mother, the blood was my own. The wind was the little bit of happiness I could grasp hiding. The child fleeing it's winter, was me fleeing my own life, which I did in 83. I truly felt I only had my brother, cause my parent couldn't be real. If they were, I must have been a really bad girl to deserve that punishment! So I was constantly wondering what I could do to be loved. The sea, in French it rimes with mother, but it meant smothering. For the longest time I felt she wanted me dead. I truly saw evil in my fathers eyes, as he was growing in the occult. And hell rose when he came! Even if it was all white and shiny, and sounded good. I think it made my life dark, I didn't know what to do. That was the mystery! |
May God Bless You are the child of God to visit this site since 1/1/99.
FastCounter by LinkExchange
10/29/06
