There is a day when dreams are
Exiled, left to waste away --
The dry sands of tomorrow.
Magnificent dreams,
Too daring, ambitious, demanding,
Cast aside, in hopes that they’ll
Flourish on their own.
We’ll dream once more…
Tomorrow

There is a day when opportunities
Are swallowed by the tides,
And sink to fathomless trenches
Never to be seen again,
For there might be another one…
Tomorrow.

There is a day when unspoken words
With the potential to change a life sit
In one’s tongue, embittering over time,
Since someone else will speak them…
Tomorrow.

There is a day when the Earth will perish
By exploitive and negligent hands.
We were all aware of what was to come,
So let us amend our ways...
Tomorrow.

Somethings simply just cannot wait.
Perhaps tomorrow is a day too late.

Throbbing, pounding,
Growing in intensity.
Every sound magnified
A hundred fold.
Even the slightest ray of light
Is a stabbing pain.
I do my best
Trying not to concentrate
On the pulsating pain;
But it’s so concentrated.
On bended knees I rock
With my head cradled in my hands,
Hoping to ease the torture.
Nauseous and aching,
I cry through the pain
Cursing this body
That suffers migraines.
By: Linda Duncan
© 4/27/2000

When I look at the achievements of others lives
I feel like I’ve let myself down.
I’ve earned myself a measly hat
When I could be wearing a crown.
The paths I’ve chosen have been far from right
And I seem to get easily lost,
Instead of feeling vibrant and warm
I feel like I’m covered in frost.
My emotions always feel stifled.
I feel like I’m always held back
I remember as a child being happy
I wonder where I got off track.
I don’t think I even genuinely laugh
And I seldom wear a smile.
Mostly I just cry a lot
But I feel good once in a while.
I’d just like to be happy
And feel like I’m once again whole
To know that I’ve given all I can
Let my energies overflow.
I’d like to find the courage to try
The determination to see it through,
To be able to set some kind of goal
And watch my dreams come true.
By: Linda Duncan
© 8/24/98

When I look into myself
I try to find perfection;
Knowing the impossibility of it.

And, I wonder why my first instinct
Is to want to feel better than someone else,
When, in fact, I’m on the lowest scale of humanity.

What I would like to see inside myself
Is someone who doesn’t judge or complain;
Just someone grateful instead of someone who grumbles.

I look at people, imperfect, damaged
Who never complain, but are always thankful for life;
And I, with no seemingly damaged or missing parts
Look toward them with envy.
Children, with frail bodies, weak hearts, and no hair;
With every reason and right to complain -
Only smile and laugh, even knowing their time is limited.
And I sit here thinking I have the right to feel bad.
By: Linda Duncan
© 6/15/2000

When my life is gone at last
Don’t dredge up all the past;
I’ve forgotten every wrong
In this world they don’t belong.
Heaven’s gates are void of pain,
No more crying in the rain;
No more loss of hope
No more struggling to cope.
Only faith and love
Are centered in the world above.
And if by chance I don’t get in
It’s not your fault I live in sin.
It was my choice to choose.
It’s up to me to win or lose.
Everything in life’s a risk
A chance you take or miss.
Let it slide or take a voice,
You’re the one who makes the choice.
If there’s joy at the end or pain
You’ve only yourself to blame.
You can’t escape the consequence
Of a chance you’ve lost or missed.
No one ever said life is fair
You have to be the one to care.
By: Linda Duncan
©1/13/2002