"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Sunday, November 12, 1989

That Feeling

I can't describe the feeling.
It comes every now and then.
It's not a depression,
but the hapiness is gone again.

I believe it's a form of loneliness;
a fear of no one by my side;
knowing I don't have a shoulder
to lean on when I cry.

A longing to be held in someone's arms
burns my soul deep inside.
Wishing for a sheltering body from harm;
Oh! How long I have tried!

I'll wait patiently for the day to come,
when I will be able to overcome
the feeling imprisoning me;
when in euphoria I will be.

November 12, 1989

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 10:07 PM

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