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Sketch......................Re-Post for Brad Majors and Aenimal
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Sketch......................Re-Post for Brad Majors and Aenimal |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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Sketch Alone, silence becomes me wondering why his hands still sting the slap across my skin, and why there is no shadow echoing it’s feel, it’s heart-hardened scar. I recall that sketch of Daddy, so perfect at the time of a child’s blind-eye forgiveness, so endearing, innocence always finding the faith because once I saw you smile, and once you actually held me, and then, we stared at it together, and for a brief interlude, I was happy. Now it stares at me, lopsided, loud-mute pain, and hangs coldly on rusted nail to my wall, no longer anyone I once remotely knew or loved. It is but an olive-skinned, old man’s face, your black eyes, Hitler-hate mustache, a man drawn of a truth I’d still rather not know. It was but a hope born here on my wall, someone who could have been my hero, when in fact, it is no one at all. This power I held, this belief in you, in myself, I can actually feel it draining through my fingertips to soak against my eyes in defeat. I feel the very core of who I was become so average, almost invisible. All the dreams I once saw, I couldn’t envision anymore. All I could see were my regrets, my weaknesses, my mistakes, and my ugliness. The best part of me just died. I paint others sheer delight with gifts, portraits of praise, like a ritual of begging... take this token, I’m sorry for existing, please forgive me for being ordinary, I’m not worthy of your love. So, they only take me for granted even more, and, I can’t blame them, I’ve taught them that I’m not good enough. It’s hard to face the fact that I’ve become nothing because of memories, bitter-based hue on sorrow skin, too strong to forget, too stark to remember. Alone, silence becomes me wondering why your hands still sting the slap across my youth, and why there is no shadow echoing it’s feel, it’s heart-hardened scar. By Melissa P. Long-Monette [This message has been edited by Honeybee (05-02-2003 10:05 PM).] |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I don't know this hurt...and I have to get to Aenimal's and Brad's posts...just because I can't relate does not make it any more real... My father...would have adopted you all...he was that kind of man.... bless your heart... |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Melissa: because once I saw you smile, and once you actually held me, and then, we stared at it together, and for a brief interlude, I was happy. Yes . . . I do know this too They will be quite pleased a harrowing tribute . . . you shine . . . xxoo [This message has been edited by littlewing (05-02-2003 10:16 PM).] |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Melissa, this really touched me and I know it will everyone who reads it. Heart Hugs to you  Ethel |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Malissa....Sometimes fathers are wrong....many times. YOU are a treasure!  |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
This was clearly told through the heartbeat of survival. Eloquent, and thoroughly courageous. ThisDiamond |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
The pressures exerted on you as you were growing up, turned you into a multi-faceted diamond! Your brilliance is spell-binding! I wish that I could wipe out all misery in this world with a wave of my wand!  --but then there would be heaven on earth and we have to earn our way to cloud nine!Sending healing hugs and lots of pink and green light to mend your heart and heal your body... Linda |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
I feel the very core of who I was become so average, almost invisible. All the dreams I once saw, I couldn’t envision anymore. All I could see were my regrets, my weaknesses, my mistakes, and my ugliness. The best part of me just died. These words sum up everything, everything I feel. [This message has been edited by Aenimal (05-02-2003 11:15 PM).] |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
Thank you for posting this. I htink it would be cool if all of those victims of abuse got totgether and wrote something |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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