The Padded Cell

In the corner of the padded cell,
I heard a feeble cry.
Not for the pain inflicted,
but for the will to die.
Who am I to be,
was all that he could say,
he banged his head against the wall,
a prayer to end his day.
The time was coming near,
only death did he have to fear.
Looking back on his past,
what little love he cast,
thinking not what his future could be,
the many things he could not see.
Not one soul did he learn to touch,
only to snatch away,
and now his time was coming soon,
his life would end today.

This retched soul a gift of life,
is what the preachers say,
but how can you show compassion,
when they give it all away.
what little choice life gives to you,
we never truly understand,
in which direction right or wrong,
we stand on sinking sand.

Within this conscious life does stem,
with desires we must fulfill ,
and for those who may lose their way,
show wisdom for all of them.

Many believe it comes down to us,
but we all must stand beware,
For we may think our hearts are true,
but there are those who do not care.

For someday we may turn around,
and find that we are lost,
in the corner of a padded cell,
wondering...
was it worth the cost.

Diana Nelson

1/14/09

Pause

I look out to the man that is standing on the bridge,
and my thoughts are like a plea-
does he intend to take his life in order to be free.
His body sways upon the rail that overlooks the lake,
I want to cry out to stop this man-
but for whom would I put at stake.
Would he later become a man the world will want to know,
or would he spend the rest of his life in a deep and dreadful hole.
Would I put a stop to some mistake-
for what I cannot say,
or would I make the matter worse by making another day.
Just as I think I must stop this man-
that I need to try the best I can-
he falls from the bridge to the water below.
and in this moment I feel the blow.
The splash it leaves me soaking wet-
and finally I understand what I could not get.
It was not that I meant to save this man-
to clear my guilty soul,
but to help stop the pain that he must have felt-
that finally took it's toll.

Diana Nelson 1/2004

The Abyss

Standing near the deep abyss,
I feel the grasp of danger's kiss.
Sunkin deep in hollow sand,
no one to give a reprimand.
For I teeter on the makeshift ground,
hoping that someone will hear my sound.
All I can hear is the echo's drum,
and know I am the only one.
Bending-I peer at the depths below,
and think about the life I stole.
It was not much but mine to hold,
I never meant to be so cold.
If only someone had made me stop.
as I ponder this thought...
I let myself drop.

Diana Nelson 6/27/03

No Exceptions!

We are all the same except:

*The Way We Are Born
*The Way We Live
*The Way We Die

Diana Nelson 6/2004

In Memories Dear-After The Passing Of My Father

I sit here and I wonder where it is that you have gone,
for the times that we have shared were not for very long.
For my entire life you were there in my need,
and now in my thoughts your love takes the lead.
I will always remember the times that we shared,
the simple things you did that showed that you cared.
The trips to the park and the places we went,
those moments to remember of a love that was sent.
I will never forget and I will always look in the past,
for your smiles and your humor that your love to me has cast.
I know it's hard to think of you without a single tear,
but as long as you are in my heart there's nothing left to fear.
Maybe somewhere out there you are looking in on me,
your here to ease my pain and are helping me to see.
I know this life was so unfair for all it put you through.
you had to struggle long and hard for what belonged to you.
Yet there was something that you got-A precious little pearl,
you got to have one special love...from daddy's little girl.

Diana Nelson 8/29/2005

My Father-Dedication To My Dad

My father, he is one special man,
he has struggled to do the best he can.
He gave me a special place to be,
by always being there for me.
My father, he is not an easy man,
yet I stuck by him when others ran.
He tried to give me all I could have,
all I could want and it made me glad.
Yet the one true thing I could always see,
was his never ending love for me.
My father, he is a caring man,
he looked out for me as no one can.
Even when I moved away,
his love for me remained to stay.
And as the years go by so fast,
I know our love will always last.
My father, there is none quite like him,
never was and never has been.
He is my father, and I am proud that he is,
I will always be the little girl of his.

Diana Nelson 1/2002

Patient Love

Oh be it not for my lonely heart,
I'd have the one that I have sought.
For in haste I do take,
what in waiting I can make.
Be it time I place the blame,
for in urgency I play the game.
As one would come along,
see it right when it is wrong,
To be unhappy but not alone,
to bide my time but pass the one.
Let I now find what love is true,
in hopes to find this love in you.

Diana Nelson 5/98

The Candle

In the midst of all your pain and confusion,
when it seems in your fight to win your losing.
A candle is burning to light your way,
to help you make it through the day.
As the candle flickers and sways,
it casts the shadows of tomorrow's days.
As the darkness lay ahead,
this candle you hold shines brightly the way,
it will lead you to a day,
when pain and confusion go away.

Diana Nelson 2/93

The Long And Winding Road

Down that long and winding road,
amidst the broken brier,
I walk aside the burning asphalt,
never do I tire.
Once it seemed to take me home,
right around the bend,
now it stretches toward the sky,
to a future without end.
Oh, that long and winding road,
wherever you lead I go.
The heat of the day,
or the cool of the shade,
you take me forward,
you see me run,
Closer, closer, here I come,
My destination: The setting sun.

Diana Nelson 1989

Special Place

I have spent my days in the garden of time,
past-present-future all are mine.
In my silence it is but a bitter snow,
as the sun shines down in a hazy glow.
As I sit and think in these memories dear,
I pause and wonder if you will hear.
When I walk among the daffodil,
loves bitter sorrow is standing still.
When the raindrops fall on the roses here,
I often question if it is me I fear.
My eyes they close on the path I chose,
where nothing is understood and nobody knows.
When the sun comes up and the day is bright,
only then will I know what I did was right.

Diana Nelson 1/04