This was written during a poetry class at OU.
Written 08/06/99

I am a dreamer and a wisher.
Who wants life to be like a fairytale story,
where the knight is always around to save the maiden.
Who fears that everything I hold dear
will soon be gone.
Who pretends that my life is the way it should be
in hopes that maybe if I hope hard enough, it will be.
I am sad and lonely.
I hear whispers in the night from lost souls
whose tormented cries tear away at my heart.
I see vagabonds and drunkards
and wish I knew how to help them.
I touch a person's soul and feel their pain
as if it were my own.
I worry that I will be alone and no one will be there
when I need a shoulder to cry on.
I am angry and I yell.
I understand that I my yells only make my anger worse,
but it doesn't matter until my anger is like a bomb.
I say I am happy, but very seldom in my life
have I truly been happy.
I dream that one day I will find someone to truly love me.
I try to make sure I let my friends know I love them.
I hope that I will find my mom so I can get
answers to my questions andd hugs for my tears.
I fight for a chance to be with my family again.
I am full of dreams and hopeful.
Who plans to learn to trust people more and be angry less.
Who plans to change my life
into something I can be proud of.
Who loves to sing because it makes me feel happy.
Who loves to love, and loves to be loved.
Whose final destination is a camera
and a love of beautiful things.

©1999 Janettee Younger

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