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Updated on February 28, 2011

Who took your innocence ... or was it ever there?

Who stole the twinkle from your eye

Who taught you how to cry

The world’s not an ugly place

From which you have to hide your face

Let’s learn a new way

Find out what it’s all about

Don’t turn away now

It’s not nearly done

Trust, hold on to me

Until we become one

I know they hurt you

I know your pain is deep

I hear it in your voice at night

When fear invades your sleep

But don’t give up yet – don’t give up on the day

It’s much too soon

To write it off

As lessons learned the hard way

There’s so much more you haven’t seen

Gentle, loving, good

I understand the way you feel

lost, alone, misunderstood

But we can take it back babe

We can make it right

Won’t you try, just hold on, love

Hold on to me tonight

I won’t hurt you

I won’t run away

I’ll give you all my love dear

I’ll wipe your tears and won’t betray

If you could learn to trust me

I’d stay right by your side

Always putting you first

I understand your pride

How can I help you see

It isn’t over now that

You are finally free

You were just a child then

Life started out so wrong

But we are grown now

And we can sing a new song

Our song is about us

Not how we came to be

But who we are now

That I am you and you are me

written by Phoenix


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    Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge

    Thanks so much to Lost and Lady_Tenaz and I'm so sorry I missed your comments. I've been having issues with not getting HP notifications when there is a reply to one of my hubs and for new hubs written by folks I follow too. I do so appreciate your kind remarks, and that you took the time to read.

    @Lola - My mom too, had a mental illness and was never treated and not diagnosed until she was in her mid-sixties. I was never privy to the diagnosis but Depression was certainly a large part of it. Perhaps Bi-polar, as there were episodes that I suppose could be considered manic. She was not consistently physically abusive after I turned about twelve, I think, but the psychological neglect and abuse of course continued because she couldn't help herself, let alone raise two daughters.

    I am so glad to have found your writing and you! Your voice is powerful and you tell the truth, two things I truly admire, plus you are a very talented writer! :)

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    Lola1929 5 years ago from Oregon

    Phoenix... I feel like my story's been told again. Sometimes I think I'll never get around that bend. But, then a heart, loving sends. I think my story can somehow end. Thank you.

    Love from Lola

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    Lady_Tenaz 5 years ago

    Beyond beautiful.....sheer brilliance! :-) So touching...

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    lostwithinmyself 5 years ago

    Beautiful poem.. Felt the love for defo.. x

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    epi, may I call you epi? You are such a master of flattery and I just l-u-v to be flattered so I will graciously accept your poetic praise with humble thanks!

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    epigramman 6 years ago

    ....well 'We are one' because of someone as special and passionate and caring as you ..... made it so!!!! And that is as much a tribute to you as a person it is .... a writer!

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    K.A.E Grove 6 years ago from Australia

    this touched my heart, a beautiful soft hopeful poem thank you for sharing it

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    A very high honor to have you stop by and read. Your comment about my writing is generous, but I gladly accept the news you experienced some of the same feelings and emerged as a new free bird. Thank-you sligobay

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    sligobay 6 years ago from east of the equator

    Convergence of the parts from splintered self seems to be an act of self love and healing. I have been broken in bits and like your phoenix have died in a fireball and emerge as a new free bird. Great piece of work.

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    QudsiaP1 6 years ago

    Beautifully written Pooh, then again, what else can I expect from a beautiful person?

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    LaurieDawn 6 years ago

    Ohhh Sweet Lady, that was stunning, and beautiful. Perhaps cliche, but I can hear the music to your words. And I adore the fact that love is timeless.

    Blessings and hugs,


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    SomewayOuttaHere 6 years ago from TheGreatGigInTheSky

    ...'but who we are now'....excellent....good words to live by........

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    Thank you Genna for reading and for your sweet comment.

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    Genna East 6 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

    "Our song is about us

    Not how we came to be

    But who we are now

    That I am you and you are me"

    Beautiful, tender, and honest words. Vote and beautiful.

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    Thanks for taking the time to read again. I always appreciate that and your kind remarks, stars.

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    stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

    The poem is so lovely, and the photographs so beautiful. God Bless You Precious Heart.

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    When trying to get your head there it sure is! ha ha Also with a soul-mate.

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    WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

    Together...the most beautiful word of all.