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raison d’etre |
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shalisadefa Member
since 2009-08-13
Posts 114 |
stranger don’t be offended if I call you just that for you have penetrated my life with an intensity unknown to me so much it scares me stranger please forgive me when my words are not that delicate for I don’t want to hurt you you’ve had more than your share the wound is still fresh I should know stranger don’t think much of it when I say I miss you for I need you to validate me still to close the void within me do you ever think of me like I think of you stranger don’t you feel it I’m struggling to keep a distance for you’re engraving your presence in my soul with a dagger of cruel reality we have no raison d’etre or do we? |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
shalisadefa - I read words written to a stranger from a warm heart. Nicely done... BC |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Shalisadefa, I liked this poignant piece of poetry. At first reading, it worried me a bit, as the writer seemed to be seeking validation from a stranger. Then I saw the underlying truth of it, and the tasteful presentation of this cry from the heart. Well done. Peace Jim Sutra 25: Remember that a pile of ordure is simply that: Seek not to give it meaning. |
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shalisadefa Member
since 2009-08-13
Posts 114 |
Thank you very much for replying BillCharles and AH; it was a pleasant surprise! As this one is so very personal, I wasn't expecting any reaction at all. AH, your remark about a 'cry from the heart' went right through my soul. |
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