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The One

Posted by on May. 4, 2007 at 10:15 AM
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I am what you have created.

The epitome of  an emotionless drone.

Forced to fade from the world by none other than you.

Ridiculed, bleeding, and broken.

Laying in the darkest corner of my mind.

Bound and beaten I shutter in darkness.

Clawing at the walls of solitude.

Bleeding fists of fury lashing out at the abiss.

My flesh melts like the rotten bark on a tree.

Secluded form the world as I did know it.

Lies, secrets, pain, and  then truth.

Too latley told to matter.

No one sees the person caged inside.

Chained to the floor by lies and deception.

Hurt by the one who calls me lover.

by on May. 4, 2007 at 10:15 AM
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lynae33
by New Member on May. 8, 2007 at 10:33 AM

Wow!

That was so emotionally poignant!  It moved me, I can also relate to what you were saying.  I really felt this.

honeydewchic
by New Member on May. 22, 2007 at 12:34 AM

Blossom Bay

Linda S. Roberge; artist1958 (12/9/01)

So delicate in appearance, fragile to the touch, a bud has exploded...
Revealing so much.
Innocense remains, though youth has gone by; hence, the passage of time.
 A path leads the way as she journeys to Blossom Bay.

She absorbs her surroundings, in awe of the view, since born again in
her own image, fresh and renewed.
The air she consumes ignites a vision of joy, the grace of life and all its gifts...
She lifts up her arms and praises HIGH, the magic of her existence, as it thrives.

Along the way, she hums a tune, unknown to her but familiar soon...
Her heart beats in rhythm with nature abound, as she relates to the instinctive,
primitive sounds.

 She comes upon Blossom Bay and the tune she hums begins to play...
The words run off her lips with ease, her eyes are wide with curiosity.
The tune she hears bellows  SELF-LOVE; pure and simple from above.

So delicate in appearance, fragile to the touch, a bud has exploded...
Revealing so much.
No strife, or pain, that she once knew, exists within or among her, in anyway
as she takes residence in Blossom Bay.

There is a Blossom Bay within each of us...smiles.
Your poem touched me..I have known those emotions..and with pain comes strength to achieve;an ability to find yourself again.
Linda

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