Susanna C. Hemphill

San Jose, CA

Hello, I'm Susanna Colleen Hemphill, born April 12th 1970 in La Mesa California. One of my brothers and I were adopted and brought to San Jose California by our new parents, Robert & JoAnne Hemphill. I was a Special Education student all through my school career. I have a darling 7-year-old daughter who is my inspiration for life. I have never taken a writing course. "Our Moon" was my first poem and written several years ago during a lengthy romantic flirtation over the computer phone lines. I would enjoy conversing with anyone about the world or our dreams.

Listen

If the eyes are the window of the soul, why can't you see my pain?
Can't you hear the sounds of a desperate heart?
If there are no words to be spoken to ease my sorrow,
and actions are supposed to speak louder than words,
Why won't you hold me close to your heart?
Renew my faith in the power of touch.
Is your guilt so great that you cannot spare
the ray of hope I need so much
from you alone?
If time will heal all wounds, why won't you take the time
to heal a piece of my shattered heart today?
So I may begin to live my life as I did before the walls
came crashing in around me.
Back when you could just glance in my direction
and catch the look of joy on my face, rather than the look of lost hope.
I want to live my life free -- free of my own self-hate...
Though it seems it seems this hate will be my fate...
Forever...

New World

We need a new world, Ours is obstinate, cold, closed-minded, and ugly.
If we could live in a world where we honor and love one another,
whether we are straight/gay, black/white, faint/strong, thick/thin, uniform or eccentric.
We could be "one kind", equal.
Our world would receive enough rain and shine without leaving anyone yearning or dreading.
People would give the best and receive the same in return.
We would all be equal.
No one greater, no one lesser.
Pain & fear would not be in our vocabulary.
Exception, love, trust, respect, loyalty, honor and joy would be a part of our language.
One would treat another as their own flesh.
Equal.
I know this world I have created is not realistic nor is it attainable even in my dreams.
Perhaps it can be found in the afterlife.

Deep Reflection

If I could trust myself as I have trusted all of you with my heart.
I could be free to be the genuine me.
If I could give to myself as I have given all of me to all of you.
I could live everyone of my dreams.
If I could hold myself as I have held all of you when your eyes drowned with the tears of pain.
I could possibly overcome this wish for death.
If I could love myself as I have come to love all of you.
I could be safe from the pain of all you have conflicted upon me.


Susanna C. Hemphill welcomes letters. Send her email at:
ladyhawk4@juno.com

All poems Copyright © 1996 Susanna C. Hemphill. All rights reserved