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My Secret Garden A very special place indeed!   There is a place I go to a place I can share my fears, It is there I find happiness and have shed some tears. This place is a comfort and it holds me safe within its arms. In this place I run to, there, for me, is no harm.   It's in my secret garden that I love who I am, because it's there that I can be myself and there I feel free of demands. I know that life awaits me still once I leave this garden fair. But it's kept safe within my heart until I visit there again.   Each time visit there I feel more and more at home. It's in this secret garden that I never feel alone. I am alive and invigorated in this garden's lair. There is peace and tranquility that I also feel when there. So if you cannot find me and wonder where she can be. . .Look deep into the secret garden for it's there you shall find me.   Darla G. Hensley-Dawald   Copyright ©2006 Darla G. Hensley

True   The storm has passed and the clouds are fading away. Finally, I can see things clearly in this new day. I was afraid and cautious about loving again. I've always had my heart crushed by men.   Then you came along and you stole my heart. Baby, it was yours from the start. Removing my mask, it's me you see. I'm allowing past pain to take its leave.   Each morning I awake with thoughts of you. I know I can be me, there's nothing to prove. Each night I fall asleep, your safe arms around me. Knowing together we fulfull each other's needs.   With each new day it's hard to conceive, that something so wonderful can really be. I close my eyes and visualize you, I open my eyes and I know this love is true.   By Darla Hensley-Dawald   Copyright ©2006 Darla Hensley

Too Tired Wake up in the morning too tired to lift my head. Sleep half the day away, finally drag myself out of bed. Plant myself on the couch, too tired to clean the house. Watching t.v. for hours figuring I'm a louse. Some say it's a phase, too tired to analyze. Hope I'll have the strength for a compromise.   Go to bed at night too tired to sleep. Emotions raging high, I try to be discreet, too tired to face the truth. Constantly backbiting; I know I'm hurting you. You strike back at me; not too tired to fight back. Angry at the world, taking it out on you.   Longing for your affection too tired to properly communicate. Instead I push you away until I faced my own reflection. Changing my responses; too tired of my circumstances. Searching for a solution, inside myself I find restitution.   By Darla G. Hensley-Dawald   Copyright ©2006 Darla G. Hensley

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