Jean is my oldest cyber-friend.
We have met and spent wonderful time
together on my visits to California.
Jean has been through a lot of abuse in her lifetime.
I'm so proud of the fact that she is rising above
the abuse she has suffered, and it reaching out to
try and help others through her experience.
Several years ago, I published one of her poems,
A Letter to my Big One....
which you will find on this site.....
It spoke of a little girl~~~~lost.
It's Time~~~speaks of that same little girl,
finding herself~~~~~
Jean and I are praying this will help
someone else
who need to know~~~~~~~
It's TIME
I'm afraid of anger.
little jean, you were so small.
they hit you and made you do things
that little girls aren't supposed to do
yet you survived.
they didn't let you be,
the little girl
who was meant to be carefree.
yet you survived.
you were their puppet
you were a thing
you did what you were told,
yet you survived.
you grew to adulthood
but didn't have a clue,
as to who jean was,
you survived.
you realized you were a shell,
a shell that was empty.
but you couldn't fill that shell,
until you figured out who jean was.
finding jean takes time,
and caring friends,
both of which you have
start making use of them !
acknowledge your friends,
take in what they say.
you are loved
you love in return.
start doing things,
maybe you won't do them well,
but do them anyway.
who cares what they look like !
do things that make you feel good.
call a friend,
read a book,
draw a picture.
start learning who jean is
start loving jean
start being jean
start filling that shell