http://www.megtroy.com/wp Showcasing the artistic creations of Gail Sheehan, a.k.a. Meg Troy. Mon, 08 Jan 2007 22:10:55 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en [audio:http://www.megtroy.com/music/picture_yourself.mp3|autostart=yes] Picture yourself with no one around A room without feeling Color Or sound Picture a boy Eighteen years As he wrights you a letter For the world to hear When I was a child It was easy for me To reach for the hands That would comfort me Now my tears Have all run dry For fear of someone Asking why Picture yourself with no one ... http://www.megtroy.com/wp/archives/37 SOLD Prints available by request. © 2006, Meg Troy http://www.megtroy.com/wp/archives/36 24 X 24 | Acrylic Prints available by request. © 2006, Meg Troy http://www.megtroy.com/wp/archives/34 24 X 24 | Acrylic Prints available by request. © 2006, Meg Troy http://www.megtroy.com/wp/archives/32 16 X 20 | Acrylic Prints available by request. © 2006, Meg Troy http://www.megtroy.com/wp/archives/30 12 X 16 | Oil Prints available by request. © 2006, Meg Troy http://www.megtroy.com/wp/archives/28 18 X 24 | Acrylic Prints available by request. © 2006, Meg Troy http://www.megtroy.com/wp/archives/26 Tell me However painful the answer, dear Ebony Are you about to leave? Remember me kindly if you can. I'm the one Tortured by those who scorned my Irrational behaviour Surrendering To your ’ Sweet innocence Madness I suppose. Explosions of Unleashed yearnings rendering Sublime joy Each ... http://www.megtroy.com/wp/archives/24 I watch my life from high above As in some altered state Surprisingly it is to me A rather pleasant place So far removed from what is real I feel no hurt or pain Where everything below me Is happy once again I see the roads I’ve traveled And those that still await I see there are no locks or ... http://www.megtroy.com/wp/archives/22 I chose to keep him in me Long after he had left As thoughts of holding on Suckled at my breast Even when the robin sang Telling me to rise I closed my ears and hid away Behind the window blinds As morning welcomed mid-day I left where he had laid; and Stood beneath reluctant streams That washed him all away The ... http://www.megtroy.com/wp/archives/21