‘I grieve for my condition, for I cannot find the words to say, I need you so.’
And the heat streams from these orbs reddened with pain;
The heat of hatred and love sutured together, locked away in the recesses of lost knowledge…
Now released and roaming freely down my cheeks,
Burning swollen lips with forgotten kisses, stabbing my stomach with a hunger
A hunger no tangible thing could satisfy.
These broken cisterns cry;
Cry in confusion and frustration,
Cry in anguish as these now unbound, once banished demons wreak havoc upon my soul –
My soul so fearful of love and trust but now thrust through with the spears of both.
My heart struggles to reach its frozen sanctuary,
In denial of the truth that obstructs its path…
…’I grieve for my condition for I now know that I had never let you go.’
Author notes
why is it so hard for us to admit our weakness...so hard to show what we really feel?
Written October 23rd, 2005
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omg this is really goooooooood!!!!!!! Hey r u sick??? If you or someone in your family is I will keep them in prayer! God blessssssss!!!!!! Mabey we can talk sometimes!!!
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This is a great beginning into a long deep topic of emotion and psychology that is a mystery to most of us but here you have walked into that dark question mark of place to ask a hard question and explore the answer. Great!
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