She was a great online friend and encouraged me to begin this journal project.

These two poems I wrote to her. 

 The first at the beginning of our friendship as she struggled to learn about

being a Multiple and the second when I learned

she was gone from our lives. 

Inner Peace is not Ours

Sometimes finding inner peace is easier said then done

It means casting out our world inside, when at last we thought to run

It means tearing up that book of life and the lessons we had learned

then not filling it with all those thoughts of karma we had earned

It means for once we lived in darkness, there naked as our birth

Vulnerable to earth's own madness, enclosed within our girth

For once We set this time in motion, no longer we'll look back

No longer is the world our stage, no longer need we act

What others see out side this wall, our castle in the round

Those thick and sturdy bricks laid high from the heavens to the ground

The tears we've cried a hundred years fill the waters at it's base

Not there to keep the unknown out, for it's only ours to face

The grief that swims within these pools, it's story much be told

Repentant words need swept away, the lees you can not hold

For it shall burn inside of you, consume you with it's fury

And in this deep and darkened void, is where you mow must bury

Yet do not look for lighter days to come at your command

Remember  that this chosen life is not at your hearts demand

for we are just the simple souls set in this life to wonder

For all the things that we make strait there is not time to ponder

The wheels of justice set in motion before our time began

Laid down the course of all our lives in perfect quest and then

Before we've had a time to think of taking things in stride

The world we know has come undone, again in truth we lied.

This lie is not the worlds' untruth as many do believe

It's not about the many stories, in fact to those deceived

The condition that has bond us here through the many ages

Was caused by taking in the smokes  from fires set by sages

The magic potion drawn inside, the undoing of our life

Where moments set alone in time we think only that is strife

The ones that seem to know it all have laid hands upon our head

To give us strength that we will need when another love is dead

We are the rescuers of time and time again we rescue

the ~Lady~ from her castle window

2003 = Lady J talks