Small Town, Somewhere
"The most important things are the hardest things to say......The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear." ~~~Stephen King, Different Seasons ~~~
I was reading this the other day, and it made me think of all the things I've posted at Passions. Most of my poetry comes from life experiences, and a lot of it deals with my own feelings. I tried to show one of my friends something posted here and the reaction, I think, hurt almost as bad (if not worst than) the event that inspired the poem. She didn't understand, or didn't want too, and no matter how hard I tried to understand where she was coming from, I kept getting upset because it was something I thought I'd be able to talk about with a close friend. (((Talk about a run-on sentence... ))) Anyhow, I wanted to take a minute to thank everyone here who reads what all of us write and replies... And takes the time to try to understand. Even if most of us don't know each other from Adam on the street, it's still nice to know someone somewhere cares enough to "listen" to our words. I'll finish this now, before I start to ramble too much. I guess I just want to thank everyone again and give all of you a big pat on the back for being "a understanding ear.."
With a little piece of tomorrow,
You'll have to kiss yesterday goodbye.
Because today won't last forever,
And the past will only make you cry.
[This message has been edited by Broken_Winged_Angel (edited 12-08-2000).]