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FROM THERE TO HERE


 I was named Gayle Lindsay Slaten at birth—my mother said she gave me a writer's name.  Prophecy or not, I have been writing since I could hold a pen.  Poetry flows with my nature, helping me to discover myself through hard times and a good friend to me as I traverse this earthly path.  From There to Here encompasses the balance between dark times and light, earlier musings and lessons learned along the way.  I share my writing to help others know that life can change in a moment, just by making a choice and taking that one step.  My book of poetry and prose, GLASS OF ME, will be out shortly.  

What Hurts Me

What hurts me, you ask?
I don't feel a thing
Shielded from years of pain
Covered with layers of veils
I see the world differently now
No joy, no pain...numb

What hurts me, you ask?
I'll peel off the layers
Guarding my heart
From disappointment
Aching aloneness
Not being seen
I am invisible
Under those veils
No connections
That enliven me
I make no waves
No footprint on this Earth

What hurts me, you ask?
I once dreamed I was a basket of flowers
Beautiful to see
Heavenly fragrance
No one knew my secret
Flowers were so beautiful because
They were watered with my tears

What hurts me, you ask?
A deep pain from the past
That kept repeating until
I finally got it...
I couldn't just sit still
And look pretty
Like that basket of flowers
I needed to take back control
I needed to speak up for myself
I needed to make my mark on the world

What hurts me, you ask?
That I have waited so long
That I have disappointed myself
That I haven't spoken up before
That I have made myself invisible
That I have made myself numb
Instead of finding my passion
And sharing it with the world
Instead of connecting with others
On a deep spiritual level
That's what hurts me...
Thanks for asking



Why Did You Leave?/A Pile of Leaves

You ask, "Why did you leave?"
A quote comes to mind:
"Believe what you believe and it will be, believe what others believe and they will consume you!"--Stanley Victor Paskavich

I left because I was consumed
I lost myself in love
Gave up my wants
Let go of my needs
For the good of the relationship
Until
Needless and wantless
I became
Selfless
I forgot my beliefs
Until 
I was a shadow of a person
Going along to get along
Until
I had to leave
My first husband
I had to get away from
My second husband
and I had to run away from
My third husband
I guess that was
A pile of leaves

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