Susan Robinson

Thank you all so much for you for your support and wisdom. My dd wrote
this in reply to her friend. (She has been interested in Japanese cartoons
and culture and has written quite a few stories about Sailor Moon. A year
ago I could barely decipher what she wrote.)

Who Knows

I enter the Ring. My grip on my scepter is tight, ready to fight. I frown,
Thinking of everyone that has forgotten me, or hates me. I narrow my blue
eyes,
my blond hair in meatballs. I think maybe if I look evil I can win. But
Deep down I know it's not true. I start to remember the Loved ones that
want me to come back. Then I shake my head saying "no" over and over again.
I can't give in, not now, not ever.. I can do this. I take a deep breath in
and close my eyes, what will happen if I can't survive? Will my enemies be
happy, or will my friends? Nor will the Loved ones be glom or dead. I
can't tell which way to go. I just feel the hot sting of tears and my
scepter in my hand. I open my eyes and look around the ring, to see no one
standing behind me. No one for backup. I'm all alone, again. I think. Then
there it sits at far corner of the ring. I walk up to it. My heeled boots
clinking as I take steps. I pick it up to see it just disappears. I fall
to my knees crying. "Love or Death" I repeat over in my head. I can't take
this any more. There's no happiness in my life. What's going to happen if I
don't survive? I close my eyes again, letting my scepter fall to the ground.
Then I feel the darkness take the friendship of others away from me. I
breathe in deeply, and then open my eyes to see I cannot survive or breathe. I
scream. Nothing comes out. I look over at my scepter. Glowing bright just
like my heart deep down inside. I can survive, I can make it. I slowly start
to breathe again. I stand up and grab my scepter and look around to see
everyone that cares.. Loves. And hates me behind me ready to help. I
smile thinking I can survive. Just as long as you're on my side.
by Naomi

Carol D. Wickwire

Wow Susan... that is a really deeply felt, and moving poem.

Carol Wickwire <*)))><
Angeli 17, Amber 16, Amanda 14 and Adam 11
Homeschooling For the Glory of God at Oceanside Academy
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"Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the
world, love for the Father is not in him." 1 John 15

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Susan and Theodore

GREAT
that was wonderful
WOW WOW WOW
She found her feelings
YIPPPEEE
That is so cool
SOSusan...cheering loudly
----- Original Message -----
From: Susan Robinson <garden-inside@...>
To: <[email protected]>
Sent: Monday, December 06, 1999 7:33 PM
Subject: [Unschooling-dotcom] Re: friend problems


> From: Susan Robinson <garden-inside@...>
>
> Thank you all so much for you for your support and wisdom. My dd wrote
> this in reply to her friend. (She has been interested in Japanese cartoons
> and culture and has written quite a few stories about Sailor Moon. A year
> ago I could barely decipher what she wrote.)
>
> Who Knows
>
> I enter the Ring. My grip on my scepter is tight, ready to fight. I frown,
> Thinking of everyone that has forgotten me, or hates me. I narrow my blue
> eyes,
> my blond hair in meatballs. I think maybe if I look evil I can win. But
> Deep down I know it's not true. I start to remember the Loved ones that
> want me to come back. Then I shake my head saying "no" over and over
again.
> I can't give in, not now, not ever.. I can do this. I take a deep breath
in
> and close my eyes, what will happen if I can't survive? Will my enemies be
> happy, or will my friends? Nor will the Loved ones be glom or dead. I
> can't tell which way to go. I just feel the hot sting of tears and my
> scepter in my hand. I open my eyes and look around the ring, to see no one
> standing behind me. No one for backup. I'm all alone, again. I think. Then
> there it sits at far corner of the ring. I walk up to it. My heeled boots
> clinking as I take steps. I pick it up to see it just disappears. I fall
> to my knees crying. "Love or Death" I repeat over in my head. I can't take
> this any more. There's no happiness in my life. What's going to happen if
I
> don't survive? I close my eyes again, letting my scepter fall to the
ground.
> Then I feel the darkness take the friendship of others away from me. I
> breathe in deeply, and then open my eyes to see I cannot survive or
breathe. I
> scream. Nothing comes out. I look over at my scepter. Glowing bright just
> like my heart deep down inside. I can survive, I can make it. I slowly
start
> to breathe again. I stand up and grab my scepter and look around to see
> everyone that cares.. Loves. And hates me behind me ready to help. I
> smile thinking I can survive. Just as long as you're on my side.
> by Naomi
>
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