Dennis-- this latest poem provokes thought---a different take on the usual
statement that PD is a "gift". Thank you.
>On the day God came to me to set me free,
>to calmed my fears and take away my pain,
>He asked if I was ready to agree
>to lose it all just to be well again.
>I said, "who needs to think, just fix my brain,
>too long I've waited for this glorious day."
>He smiled and put the question once again,
>and I replied "for this each day I pray,
>please cure me now, there is no other way!"
>And I was cured, and everything I've earned
>in thirteen years of growing went away
>leaving me void of every lesson learned
>except that now I know that to be free
>the price is more than just the pain in me.
>
>(c) Dennis Greene 1999
Camilla Hewson Flintermann <[log in to unmask]>
http://www.newcountry.nu/pd/members/camilla/one.htm
"...everywhere I go,
I find that a poet
has been there
before me..."
...Sigmund Freud
