Posted by susan47 on May 20, 2006, at 14:20:56
In reply to Re: How I hate me » susan47, posted by Joan797 on April 25, 2006, at 21:20:55
It becomes more difficult, yes.
Every sacrifice made in the name of myself,
my feelings,
every reality given up
in favour of
the power of
my intention ...
I want to create
Please allow me
a space to call my own
a space wherein I can be
Whole
and Beautiful,
and Appreciated ...
not broken,
like this
not in this public space
not here
where I can be stolen.
Unmerciful,
when your mind will not allow
that you have a right
to your own space
to your own Being ...
a right to make my own choices
something worthy, that I can
give
I want so much.
Too much.
Nothing like it, like this Dream,
is ever possible.
Why?
Because of the glass,
you see ...
it is the tipping of the glass
that gives me the most pleasure,
and the most pain,
the most reward ....
and the most pain
But no.
The pain was experienced
long before
the glass was ever lifted.Just an effort... an effort to Be.
I miss him so much.
Where is that darn ... "glass"?
It empties my mind,
fills my heart ...
and it is all false.The cry in the wilderness
is more than I can bear.
poster:susan47
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