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POEM: What Can't Be Said POEM: The Pain is the Same POEM: Hear Me POEM: The Lie 
WHAT CAN'T BE SAID  
"Write for me
What I can't say."
That was her request.
It left a lot of room for me,
Especially when she added:
"You'll know just what it is
For you can't say it either."
The hurts accumulated
From many sources
Leave wounds
That seem unhealable;
The pain that carries
From day to day
Brings words
That can't be said;
The agonies that fill our hearts
From ever feeling good
Send out cries
That no one hears
Because we cannot say them.
I'll write for her
What I can't say
And hope that you will hear it,
For if it goes
Too long unheard
Time will never heal it.  
                Kathi Phillips  
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THE PAIN IS THE SAME  
I don't know all the facts,
But I do know your pain.
I have felt such pain myself:
The despair that life will never change,
The loneliness and hopelessness
That leads to suicide attempts.
The causes may be different,
But the pain is the same.
I broke a leg,
You broke an arm,
But our pain is the same:
Caused by a broken life
That we know not how to heal.
I pray for one I do not know
Whose pain has been felt by me.
Please know there is hope.
In time and with time
All hurts do heal.  
                 Kathi Phillips  
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HEAR ME  
My world has crashed again,
Hopes and dreams are dashed too thin
As I call, "Abba Father,
Father hear my plea."
And I cry, "Abba! Father!
Father hear my cry."  
My cries appear unheard
As my heart remains unstirred,
So I cry, "Abba Father,
Father hear my cry."
And I call, "Abba! Father!
Father answer me!"  
My plea has weakened much
As I seek God's loving touch.
Still I cry, "Abba Father,
Hear me, hear my call."
And I cry, "Abba! Father!
Hear me, hear my cry!"  
                 Kathi Phillips  
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THE LIE  
I tried so hard to find the key
That would open up to me
The door to popularity.
But the more I tried to find
The more I had to hide behind
The lie that said I did not mind.
I was different from my peers;
And though the price was much too dear
I played it so it would appear
As if I didn't really care
About my seeming lack of flair.
Still I thought it quite unfair
That I should have to hide behind
A lie that said I did not mind
Living in a world so blind
As to forget what life can be
Without some popularity
For a child who cannot see
That life can offer so much more
Going through some other door.  
                Kathi Phillips  
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