I walk alone along the shore, My thoughts I try to gather, Remembering back over the years, Was not a pleasant matter. Now fifty years have come and gone, No happy times I find, Is life so sad that this is all? That my life now entwines. I cannot speak of hurts I've felt, Or that I tried to hide, For they are there within my soul, A vision deep inside. I wonder what it would be to try, And bring them to the surface, Would I be able to deal with it?v I fear I must not try. For all the horror I have to face, Again I cannot do it, It eats away my very core, I cannot see it through. ©Helen R. Hummel July 23, 2001 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Mail