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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Learn of the woman poet, protector, child, who awakens and prepares to gather peace from ruin. She is still protected by armor, but whose? "Be silent, slut! Dry your rabid face or I'll tear your skin to shreds for you are worth nothing! Be quiet" One-battle rages; then another and another until one day- she unearths the very bitterness and cruel rage heard and illustrated from the banishment of all her inner joy. "I'll never reveal myself - never!" "No one will recognize you; no one will protect you- a tattered rubbish pile is all they will find. No one will recognize you trust no one, you will not be heard." She was born in fluid silence; growing to a woman head down and body limp and still, her arms stretch out for a miracle. But she found a stronghold. Now her back is against the wall. She's been driven there by mute ramblings from petrified beauty imprisoned by decades where imagination rotted still life negatives. Hell releases a fury of inflaming demons on the edges of paranoia. She is held back from the rim of madness; vindicated by the grace of God "I'll never reveal myself - never" "Am I alone, is there no one? Does a person scratch fragments of an existence together still feeling half-alive without touching another human heart?" Whom do I trust? How do I trust someone I cannot see? Do I trust them by the life from their words which impregnate my very soul? And then what? Do I begin to live! To feel joy? Is this trust? Really? How do you believe in it!!!!! If I live, is it trust!!! If I breathe and live is it joy, unspeakable is it full? I received it freely! Stand back and let me have it you WILL NOT keep it from me! It must be real for I will not give my soul to shallow rantings. Is God real?" Her back is against the wall and it must come down. Words crash. She must be strong. Her final stronghold - destroyed. Even in the pitch-black continuation of mental angst; through invisible prison walls in darkening sorrow- emptiness beyond comprehension; words can become the only vestige a human breath can exhale! We must inhale providence! She studies her own reflection and peers into emerald lunacy until she draws back, in fear. A woman? Her grace and dignity intact? Her words? She will become her own woman. but still a child of God. He protects her and honors completeness. to retain her innocence He will make her whole in passion and purity, renewing her countenance. He will not leave her to be alone and he will not turn his back on her! He approaches her with open hands, She will smile, beautifully - revealing everything to divinity, "You have broken through all his walls and reduced His strongholds to ruins." Psalm 89:40 Psalm 89 Psalm 89:39-41 Her battle belongs to the Lord. "I walked beside the evening sea and dreamed a dream that could not be." George William Curtis [This message has been edited by Kathleen (edited 02-07-2001).] |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
WOW! Hope you're doing well! YOu said it all with that last part! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
kathleen--This is so powerful and full of emotion....it left me limp and afraid for you..afraid for innocence and beauty...yet, still sure of strength. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Kathleen...I will miss you. Continue to keep in touch, let us know how you are doing.... |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
thank you all, this poem is about something I am trying to overcome: MPD or multi-personality disorder, and hopefully now that I'm not ashamed and embarrassed to admit I have it, I can deal with it and God's help. I love you guys "I walked beside the evening sea and dreamed a dream that could not be." George William Curtis |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Kathleen, a child of God you are and loved. This poem was deep and beautifully written and I admire the strength you show with it. (((((HUGS))))) |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Wow this was very powerful! I ilked this one a lot. Be well and good luck!  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. I'm in love with my shadow I admire it daily |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Kathleen I commend you. I'm glad you came to terms with things, and God will protect you. Very powerful poem you've written here. Wishing you many blessings! |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Thank you, doing well, and getting there, keeping up with Passions, thought about leaving, did, but the Haven and Spiritual are very important to me!! "I walked beside the evening sea and dreamed a dream that could not be." George William Curtis |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
It's good to know that you will be here with us and share your gift.  |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
I love the strength in this. It is awesome!! You go!! This one says a lot to me . . . so, so much. Excellent writing. Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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