Three Poems

Born With a Criminal Record

I was born with a criminal record.
My birth was something,
Only the Lord could afford.
Because he knew me before,
And exactly where,
I came out of the long dark Fjord.
Happy am I,
To be brought into his light.
For the rest of my days,
I shall sing of his might.
At the end of it all,
I will stand tall.
For with the rise of dawn,
I will be holding a pardon

My secret cabin

My secret cabin is off the beaten path. Far from the nearest drop off point, it is a five day hike through forest. A compass is needed to find the way. It is a very special place, for friendly spirits live there. Near the cabin is an unusual tree, spring water flows up from underneath its roots. I hike in and out of the cabin all summer long, bringing in supplies for the winter. Peace and tranquility can be found at my cabin. I'd like to take you there, but as I said, my secret cabin is off the beaten path.

Catacombs of the Mind

In this troubled world, some of us have been traumatized from an early age. The physical and emotional abuse suffered by children, at the hands of a parent, can continue into adolescence.

We carry this pain into adulthood. Some never reach their full potential, nor experience a true love or have children of our own.

We are a broken people, who do not cope well with the world around us. Labeled and medicated, there are many who try to help us.Some of us reach out towards that help, while others close their door. There are many rooms in the mind, filled with dark secrets, and no-one has the key to open them. And that is why there are catacombs of the mind.