Trapped

Ever so slightly she turns her head to the side, she tries to hide the tears that are falling down her cheek. There are so many things, she can not understand. So many painful memories in her heart.
The lies,
the games,
the bruises,
the scars,
so much all at once. How can she ever let anyone see or feel her true self.
She knows she has to get out, get away, but how? How will she ever get away from the one who will never let her out of his sight?
The bruising is to much to bear, She can not ever bring herself to look in the mirror. The reflection is not the one of the women she once was, but of the woman she has become.



Shame,
Guilt,
Fear........ Will she ever be able to see the beautiful things again?
Can she ever appreciate the small things that once were so dear to her heart?
Will the light of day ever reach her face again?

She must escape...

Run,

run away, from the pain, the reflection, the fear. Where is the outlet?

There is no outlet,

there is no escape.....

Today is a moment in time, tomorrow may never come. Lift your head up little girl, and escape. Escape the hands of death, if you stay, he will kill you. If you leave he will kill you.

Then you will be free, free from the pain, hurt, and the shame. You will be able to see the beautiful face that once looked back at you, smell the flowers that once took your breath away, hold the hand of the person, who helped you escape.

Motionless you lie, as you pray for an elude to your life, quiet you breath, so as not to wake the person next to you, for if he even knew your thoughts...........
One day little girl, one day you will wake and see the ravishing life that you once so adored. One day the nightmare will be over, One day your life will grab you and take you to a place, a place far from here.

Silence

Silence,
It's the only thing that keeps you sane.
Silence,
Will I ever speak my pain?
Silence,
It's the depth that lies in your heart, but never comes to your mouth.
Silence,
It's the memory of yesterday, but the heartbreak of today.
Silence,
Please help me break away.

The promise of the lost, and the promise of gain. Never will I ever see again.

So many tragedy's in such a short time, please help me, help me live again.

Chances on Love

The feelings of your heart, will you ever understand? You cry, you smile, you laugh, you fall in love. There are no words that will ever describe the wave of emotional outburst you feel in that one moment.
The smell, the touch, the knowing look from the person beside you. They take your hand and suddenly everything is alright.
So many things to consider, but somehow you know in the end everything will turn out for the best.
Suddenly you understand that this person beside you is not responsible for the the pain that was inflicted on you in the past, and they are there to protect you from the new pain. Yes it is hard to understand the pain, however unless you let them in they will never be able to help you overcome that pain.
It has been so long since you have allowed yourself to be held, and loved by another, it seems so foreign, yet so familiar. Yet you still hesitate, you have hesitated for so long, why? The fear of hurt, rejection, pain.
Life is to short to hesitate, this could be the one, the one that takes your breath away, or maybe they already have.
Follow your heart, I know it's hard I know you are afraid of getting hurt, but that's what love is about. Taking a chance, a chance on life, on love. You could wake up tomorrow and never have this chance again. Not with the person who has helped you overcome so much in life, the person who never turned their back on you, even when things went from bad to worse.
Only you know what your heart desires, and to turn your back on something great will leave you with regrets. Life should never be about regrets, it should be about chances.....

Summer Days

Sitting on the porch, watching the sun set, that cool glass of lemonade in your hand. There is nothing like a perfect end to a perfect day.

Listening all around you can hear the sweet sounds of the summer evening, the crickets chirruping, the frogs croaking, and the gentle breeze of the day.
The coolness of the evening is so refreshing, after a long day in the sun, the breeze on your neck, send shivers down your back.
You sit back and think of the long days of summer, spending hours by the pool, or maybe playing baseball in the field, maybe you spent the day at the park, or riding your bike with friends, then playing hide and go seek until you see the porch light flicker on and off, telling you its time to go in.
You want to stay out just a little longer, the sun just went down. The promise of tomorrow is just a short nights sleep away.
The long days of summer bring back so many memories, watching the beautiful show on 4th of July, picnics, and baseball, the smell of suntan lotion, and the soothing feel of aloe vera on your skin when you've been in the sun to long. The summer romances that only last that short time, but always hold a special place in your heart, the ones you will never get over, because you know there is always the promise of next summer.

Reflecting on the long days of summer can always bring a warm feeling to your heart, nothing beats a perfect summer day.

Think Twice

Think twice before complaining about anything after reading this.

... Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and sleep for another 10 minutes.

He stays up for days on end.
__________________________

You take a warm shower to help you wake up.

He goes days or weeks without running water
__________________________

You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.

He gets shot at, as others are hit, and keeps moving forward
__________________________

You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.

He still fights for your right to wear that shirt __________________________

You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.

He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags


You talk trash on your "buddies" that aren't with you.

He knows he may not see some of his buddies again
__________________________

You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.

He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists__________________________

You complain about how hot it is.

He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow. And it's 112 degrees in his tent, IF the air conditioner is working!~~like 130 outside...imagine a blow dryer in your face ALL THE TYME
__________________________

You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.

He does not get to eat today
__________________________

Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.

He wears the same things for days, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
__________________________

You go to the mall and get your hair redone.

He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
__________________________

You are angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.

He is told he will be held an extra 2 months...on top of the nine months he just completed
__________________________


You call your girlfriend and set a date for that night.

He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
__________________________

You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.

He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
__________________________

You roll your eyes as a baby cries.

He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.
__________________________

You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.

He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own government and remembers why he is fighting.
__________________________

You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of the men like him.

He hears the gun fire and bombs.
__________________________

You see only what the media wants you to see.

He sees the bodies lying around him, and he sees the locals who are grateful beyond words that he is working to give them freedom.
__________________________

You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.

He does what he is told.
__________________________


You stay at home and watch TV.

He takes whatever time he is given to call and write home, sleep, and eat.
__________________________

You crawl into your bed, with down pillows, and try to get comfortable.

He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gun fire.
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You sit there and judge him, saying the world is a worse place because of men like him.

If only there were more men like him.

If you support your troops, repost this

Remember, for those who have fought for it, Life has a flavor the protected will never know..

Freedom is not something to be secured in any one moment in time. We must struggle to preserve it every day. And freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction.
Ronald Reagan


This was sent to me in an e-mail and I just thought it was worth posting. For all of those who are fighting for our country. God Bless