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Have you ever looked

Inside yourself

And saw the beast within?



On the surface you'd never know

It is only when you search your soul

You see it's face revealed/



You know it's there

You feel it

The burn builds

Within your chest

The sting on the skin

The tingle neath the skin

Begging you to accept it.



It has stopped.

You think you won.

But determination has a grip on it

And refuses to let it go.



So as you turn to face the mirror it raises it's head.

Your pupil once a black abyss

Has now become a pale, smokey gray

liquid mirror.



In that liquid mirror

Your beast reveals its face.

You are not afraid , no words are said

For there is no need.



Through the sensually,

Erotic experience

You two have become one.

The two sit and silently rock,

And comfort each other.



Written by: Jennifer Widener

~FP~

I look out my window and all I see is the cold, dark night.

No lights are on in the houses below.

And no cars are moving on the street beneath me.

There is only the cold, dark silence beyond.



I turn from the window and begin to cry;

Because everyone and eerything sees to be running from me.

I return to the window and gaze wildly about;

Searching for a familiar face.

But no one is there to see.

Even the animals have run to hide.



Why do I continue to search the night?

Because I need to know what is wrong with me?



Written by: Jennifer Widener

~FP~

My world is spinning,

Changing, turning.

Where do I go?

What do I do?

Who can I rely on?

It's Always You!



Always there with what I need.

A smile, a hug, a pat on the back

for a job well done.

A shoulder to cry on,

An ear willing to listen

When my world seems to be

falling apart.

It's Always You!



You never complain,

You never judge.

You share, you support,

You offer advice.

It's Always You!



Someone was listening

When I asked for them to send

Someone my way

To fill the empty space inside.

Because they knew exactly what was missing.

It's Always You!



I certainly hope

Things never change.

I honestly do not know

What would become of my world

Without You.

The thought scares me to death.

Because,

It's Always You!



Written by: Jennifer Widener

~FP~

In the morning,

Before the Goddess rises;

While dew has freshly fallen

On the ground.



A light is tapping my window.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

I listen, I wait........

I don't want to move.

Tap, Tap, Tap.



I rise, I rub my eyes,

And out the window I look.

My fairy has greeted me.

She flutters her wings and

Swirls around wanting me to follow.



I follow her

To our sacred spot in the woods.

Where no one can see or hear;

But she and I and the creature of the wild.



It seems as though there is something

She is trying to tell me.

I ask her what it is that has her so worked up.



She again flutters her wings, swirls around and flies to the branches up in the tree.

I raise my eyes and search for her.

I find her on her branch and realize where once was naked branches leaves are now in place there.

Then, to the forest floor she lands where the faintest of blooms are coming through.



Spring is here!

Winter has fled.

Time to shine and clothes to shed.

Embrace the warmth!



Written by: Jennifer Widener

~FP~

A sea of emotions

Overflow within

Ripping and tearing

The lining of my heart.

Should I stay?

Should I go?

But, No No.

Too much to do

Too much to see.

I wring my hands

As the tide stands

In the back of my soul

Ready to come crashing

Through my wall.

Suddenly, without warning

The waves come

Emotion after emotion.

Hacking away at the wall......

Stone by stone the wall crumbles down.

Emotions and feelings

Come bursting forth.

Tears flow freely

From eyes, ....to nose,......to chin.

The storm stops.

Things settle once again.

I am left numb and empty within.



Written by: Jennifer Widener

~FP~

Late in the night

By the light of the moon

Pantella the dream maker comes to me.



She flies to my bedside

And watches my thoughts.

Awaiting the time,

When with a flash of light

She will open the box.

And with diligence and speed

She will gently mold and make my dreams.



Into her hands my thoughts will go

Each one will take shape and be placed back inside.

To dazzle and thrill me once more.



Some are old

Yet, they tantalize me still.

Others are new and reveal sights against my will.



Still the ones I find

That mean the most

Are the ones she takes

And holds in her box

Until the time is right.



Then Pantella will release them

And into my mind they go.

Their presence sometimes is socking

But, in the end I revel

At the joy of the answers revealed.



So late at night

As I prepare to sleep

I am comforted by the thought

That someone so very talented

Is looking out for me.



Written by: Jennifer Widener

~FP~

You're here with me yet far away.

Although I can't touch you or see you you're here with me.

I breathe a sigh and try not to cry.

Sweet little child of mine.



I walk fom the room and close the door

I crawl to my bed and before I get in

I stop to pray and make a wish for you to be loved at all times.

Sweet little child of mine.



I climb into bed and turn out the light

Hoping sleep comes quick tonight.

For I cannot bear to be without the

Sweet little child of mine.



Written by: Jennifer Widener

~FP~

I stand on the corner

And as the cars rush by

I see him there, watching, waiting.

What will he domif he sees me?

Will he beat me again?

Will he stab me and silence me once again?



I have to go,

Get out of here.

Will it be too late?

Will he follow me?

Why won't he leave me alone?

What have I done to deserve this?

All I ever did was love him......



Written by: Jennifer Widener

~FP~

As I stand in the dark under a willow tree

I see the moon as I never have before.

So big, So bright.

But why can't they see?

They're looking this way

Why can't they hear?

I'm screaming.



Too late now, he's gone.

Left me to die under this willow tree.

I see the lights.............

Red, blue. Round and round.

But he's gone. It's too late.

No one even saw him not even me.



It's not the bruises that matter,

They'll heal and fade away.

What really matters is that he took a part of me.

A part that can't be replaced.



Written by: Jennifer Widener

~FP~