Poems from ChelseaStone

If you had stayed away I might have made it Through all the twisting turns of adolescence A little bruised and bloody, But mostly...
I refuse to accept "I can't." Those two words are the same as "I won't." and "I quit." There are no quitters. There is only "I can." and "...
I could, but do not, break I could bend under the pressure I could give up and sit down, exhausted I could sleep for days and refuse to...
Some days, I am ashen- I drag my way around, And I will not look you in the eye. I have no energy to do the smallest things, And I will...
Stones under my feet It had always looked so big I hold my own hand