Stephanie L. Amos

Pinson, AL, USA

I started writing poetry about two years ago, to help myself through a very hurtful time in my life. I love to write. I think it helps release your emotions. I am 31 years old and have a 9-year-old daughter, two stepsons, and a great husband. I recently had a poetry book published. The poem Broken Faith is published in the anthology entitled Adrift On The Breeze. My poems are true questions of the heart, to people who will probably never answer, but they give light to the pain and a release of the confusion of deep betrayal. Through The National Library of Poetry, I also have a poem, A Breeze, to be published in the anthology Winds of Freedom. I was born and raised in Mobile, Alabama and now reside in Birmingham, Alabama.

Broken Faith

Your smile used to warm my heart;
Now my heart feels broken apart.

I trusted you to no end;
I don't even know where to begin.

In the beginning we were close friends;
The trust and commitment had no end.

I let you into my life and my heart;
Why, oh why would you tear it apart?

In you I always saw good;
even when no one else would.

That lost look of hurt in your eyes, drew me to
love you and make all your demons die.

You cried and begged for my help, I ran to you
as fast as I could;
Feeling for some reason that I should.

I gave you my heart, my love, my trust;
Then you did what you must.

I wish I knew the meaning of why you needed-
to possess my thoughts, my needs, my desires-
then to turn and walk away and make me look like a liar.

The depth of our love will never end;
It also saddens me-it will never begin;
After all you were never even my friend.

A once-in-a-lifetime feeling of faith;
Twisted, torn and taken away.

The Return

The return to a place I know I should go;
It has to be - because everyone says so.

The place is nice, I've been there before;
I could just go up and knock on the door.

But see, I was taken from that place and told
I should go, by a person I trusted and got to know.

The place is not hard to find, If my heart would
Let the other go and leave it behind.

In this place there are loved ones there -
Longing to se me and show they care.

I've got to get over this state of confusion;
And go on with my life--
Not an illusion.

My Dark Room

My dark room, I'm in a place I should feel safe;
Why do I long to escape from fear I do not understand?
Wanting to be okay, telling myself I can.

In my mind, I walk through a meadow of flowers;
Stopping to smell their sweet aroma, hoping it will
Heal this stress, of the death that is bound to rest;
Rest, why should it? I'm not dead, neither are you;

But, your presence is gone, so why do we both hurt
And long, long to change the things we made so wrong?

Wrong, wrong to others. Leaving us both apart and
Smothered of deep pain, of the loss of our hands that
Do not touch, that reached our hearts and meant so
Much.

I'll walk one day in the bright sunlight, alone
I'll be and I'll feel your soul surround me.

Then I'll return to my dark room;
Praying God will stop the doom.