remnants of a past life is spread out within my sanctuary little things some are important all part of a life before just look at that . . . Shattered Hopes and Dreams my room of things past tell me who I were maybe still am at times that is good often times not so much the sanctuary is not orderly no like much of my life a hodgepodge of things overlapping seeking recognition solace I stand at its entrance listening to the moans of Lost Love seeing reality of days gone by there, look there A Glimmer of Hope shines faintly in the corner a smile creases my face remembering joy in my heart and a new start but with a death rattle Glimmer of Hopeís light goes out in its place a Williwaw blew Incriminations and Accusations my way they know not Iíve made peace with myself Iíve . . . unfilled my heart of the Sanctimonious Ones who were there also pointing and laughing at my trials and disappointments I was told forgive yourself and you will have peace and I did that why then that being the case do I once again stand at the gateway of my sanctuary where all the bones are buried
Oh, you are so right, Lori, but the truth is, although I still visit my past I do not visit it with hate in my heart as I did for so many years. You always seem to say the right thing, and I thank you.
~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~
Watersking with Tidy-Bowl Man
quote:I was told forgive yourself and you will have peace and I did that why then that being the case do I once again stand at the gateway of my sanctuary where all the bones are buried
I feel you can 'stand in the gateway' of your "sanctuary" and feel very peaceful. Putting things to rest is just that. No obliteration, just an acceptance and respect for what once was your life. Now you live another one. Re-inventing yourself is a way to reincarnate yourself without having to die first.
Pass the Glade if you're going to do that here...