Patricia Ann Sandoval
Dallas, Texas, USA
Patricia Ann SandovalDallas, Texas, USA |
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Born December 8, 1963 - Ft. Weinwrite, Alaska. Three children aged 13, 15 and 4 years. Spending most of my life in isolation, my best friend and confidant has become my pen and paper. I am everything I need to be for whatever job is available in construction and remodeling, what I don't know, I will by the time the job is over. Published through World of Poetry, American Poetry Association and International Society of Poets; nominated Poet of the Year for two years, receiving an Editor's Choice Award once. This is the part of Patricia which makes her whole, yet the part that very few know exists. |
There Are TimesThere are times, I get lonely.There are nights, I get cold. There are times, I just want someone to hold. They call me fighter, for all the burdens I bear. They call me a free spirit, for all the laughter I share. They call me independent, for the life that's my own. They call me a winner, for all the progress I've shown. When I'm alone, with my memories. My only past was with you My heart keeps building walls, And let's nobody through For me, love has no meaning. Not one I understand. There are no stars, in these eyes. No one to hold my hand. So they call me a loner, For my heart they see cold. They call me a poet, For all the stories I've told. Stories of romance, with my pen I reveal. Words on my paper, the only times, I feel. The man of my dreams, Across my paper he strolls. With the pen in my hand, I hold all the controls. So they call me a dreamer, Who lives for a hope They call me a realist, For the way that I cope But I am only a woman, I have a mind of my own. I have wants, I have needs. I just don't let them be known. There are times, I get lonely. There are times, I get cold. There are times, I just want someone to hold. |