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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
standing before this full length mirror your face in a frown head bowed down droplets hesitating, falling to old grey sneakers wishing for a moment that everyone would love you that she would be the woman you need and everything would be ok just for the moment sleeping in a jacket and tie on the unmade bed you always hate never left for town cuz your feeling down droplets streaming to dreams that you're falling almost too tired to move shaking, hesitating morning at the threshold of your curtains you follow the dreary pacing trail of your own footsteps engraved in carpet to the door of this house that owns you to find the only thing that kept you from leaving was thought of rejection so unbearable, weeping even when your face is dry finally resisting the will of your hand to lock the door, it turns the handle, you will your feet to move step, by step, by step. millions of steps transfer to miles miles it takes to find another door suddenly at a church, inside, saying "I do" not to a daughter of eve but to the son of Man, calm, he gently heals wounds that no doctor could touch saving you from icolation, seperation he lifts your head loving you as a child your tears now his, his embrace is yours and finally, it feels good to be alive. How can I stand here and not be moved by you? - Lifehouse |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
lovely write thanks for sharing |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
ditto, adding, it is the fears which overtake and control...and upon realizing, there is nothing to fear in allowance, more so, a great open ness of understanding and value...this to me, was an amazing write... yes, very lovely write! |
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