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paulsm Junior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 48 |
~ The boy I turn and look, I see a little boy there, huddled in the corner. Funny he wasn’t there yesterday, the realisation sweeps over me I know this little boy. Not buy name or reputation but by nature, I see him occasionally, as he lies huddled there hiding from the world. I reach to touch his shoulder, he retreats into the corner with a howl, I cannot touch him or reach him, neither can the ones that love him the most. He lies there frightened, helpless and unhelpable. Yearning for the hand he needs most to reach out and hold his, yet to scared to grasp it for fear of hurting it, losing it. So he sits there wrapped in his coat of shame and confusion. His fear is not rational but irrational fears are those hardest to overcome for logic is not a tool that can be used to defend himself. There have been others who have held his hand, they have come and gone, always come, always gone. A beautiful woman stands there with her hand outstretched yearning to comfort him, he looks up into her beautiful eyes his hand trembles as he tries to reach out, this is the hand he needs. But he sits there unable to move, needing to hold that hand so much but not yet able to reach out. The shame and confusion he feels holds him helpless, he is afraid that who he is will make this woman turn and walk away, like the others. He wonders to himself why he feels such a burden, being who he is. He cannot get past the hurt and confusion he has caused to that what he loves. So he sits there feeling like a leper, feeling he is not, at this time, the person she fell in love with. He wonders why she does not turn away. All that she has given him, the wonderful things her hand brings do not deserve his actions and the hurt he has brought upon her. He has made her feel bad about herself, brought back one of her familiar feelings from the past. So he sits and huddled looking at this wonderful woman standing there with her hand outstretched. His hand starts to tremble, to move slowly toward hers for he cannot bear not to hold it another moment longer. He knows what else to do, for her reaction to his misery is not what he expects, he just knows that he needs her like he has needed no other. His need overcomes his fear and confusion. I look at his boy, I feel such pity and anger toward him for he is pathetic. I want him to go away again for he distracts my thoughts, this little boy huddled in the corner of my soul. ~ Slow Down, stop to smell the roses and stroll through the garden of life, it will be a more pleasurable experience. I think of you always Honey XXXOOO. |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Very vivid story. I enjoyed reading it very much  and I hope to see more from you soon!"It is in our aloneness that we recognize our oneness, even as the single droplet of water knows also that it is the sea."Daniel *Cassie Roseen* |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Great story, you really get us to visualize this little boy. Excellent writing. Abrahm Simons "...Watching fate as it flows down the path we have chose" - Trent Reznor, "We're in this Together" |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
You made this little boy come alive and you made me beleive like he was actualy real, but I guess he is real, isn't he? Always living in that corner of your soul. No matter how hard you push, he won't go away. Good work. Joy |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Wonderful story here. we all have this scared child living insode of each of us. The beauty of being an adult is having the ablity to see and change these things within us. All we need is the will to overcome the curse of the past. Excellent writing here. |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
The way we 'know' things as an adult but still 'feel' them if we were the child. One of the hardest things to accomplish. To say goodbye to the "child" feelings and bring them into the adult world. Excellent writing ! |
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