Poems from L.I. Fré
Books hold out their hand for me to take.
Shelves wrapped their protective arms around me.
Holding onto my written secrets and wishes...
Mother! Dear, Mother!
Why?
You cannot be my Mother. I won't accept it.
How could I? To possibly think, I, could be from inside of you?
You...
I don't know how much longer i can bottle my emotions
When I'm already overflowing.
Give me a new cup
Give me something to pour
My Past. My...