Wild Child

Taken from my mother
nurtured in the wild
never knowing the world
as a human child
Time has brought me to
a place strange and new
lost and wandering
emotions hidden from view
A world turned upside down
people stop and stare
no one seems to notice
my feelings of despair
Return me to my home
how I long to be free
away from civilization
trying to change me
An accident of birth
who will never belong
once lost, now found
to keep me here is wrong
My home waits for me
a family you'll never know
release me before I die
it's time for me to go...

Lora Frikken ~ 1-21-06

Auto-Biography

As cars speed down the highway,
they pass a dirty and dilapidated book
lying along the roadside.

No one could ever know that
this book is the story of my life:
Pages flipping, changing, moving,
pushing me forward,
rarely in reverse,
sometimes at incredible speeds,
sometimes hardly turning at all.

Once in a great while,
the pages stop turning,
allowing me time to remember...

A clean page,
bleached by the rays of the sun;
A day spent in love and light:
I wonder why there aren’t
more of these pages in my book.

Several pages, tear-stained:
Some with happy tears,
others with pain and loss
as their markers.

One page nearly black,
signaling intense rage and anger:
There is no explanation
for such pain and emotion.
This memory was meant
to be forgotten.

A blank page,
useless, devoid of all thought:
Lonely, nothing learned,
no way to know what
might happen next...

The pages move quickly once more.
Time is fleeting:
So few pages left to turn.
So few stories left to tell.
So few days left until...

The End

Lora Frikken ~ 1-15-06