by Birdie Roberts

Where do we lose this innocence given at conception began at birth. Where does it slip between the fingers, thru the years set before us, lost to those behind. It’s only a moment till its passed and gone and in the glory, in the center of it’s emotions how are we to know this will all be just antoher movement of the clouds. From day to night , from dark to light. Where do I wake up or perhaps I wont ,perhaps I will live this life a dream,not needing to change to this overburdened, under loved ,undone, hopeless society. So If I decide to not let go because the joy is still real because there’s happiness that I still feel , Then how can I be the one on the wrong end of right? We all choose our fight , choose to challenge the mind allow the sorrow , these tears to cry , this soul to fly . You see the end I see another curve around the bend with all my might I will remember all this , engrain this memory,commit the smiles to days when I no longer have the laughter next to me. Wind come blowme down, I’ve more strength than you can see, I may be one , but Ive got faith to move this world in front of me.
copyright 2005
About the Author
Birdie C. Roberts is a Freelance Writer in the Seattle, WA. area. She has seen firsthand the devastation the American obsession with weight and the mental toll it takes on its woman and children. After 12 years of battling with eating disorders that brought low self worth, counseling and an extended stay in a rehabilitation treatment center.