Lady J,
I especially like the last line sunsets of your life All those moments that you wish you had someone to share with. Yet your past tells you these moments of fulfillment carry heavy burdens the other twenty three and a half hours of the day.
"Life I don't expect to be all rosy sunsets shared in bliss. I grew weary though of trying to make life a pleasure one around me. My last relationship was with some one who snarled most his waking hours. Few things he found joy in his life. I would like however to share in such a way that the scales are balanced with enough laugher and happiness to bring enough weight to off set the burdens" Sometimes we are closer to having that than we think.
EJ
I have gotten through the worse of my days I hope and life at this time does feel like a peaceful sunset. Of course one never knows what the weather will be tomorrow.
Life doesn't have to be all rosy sunsets but it also doesn't have to held in suspense over what mood someone wishes to be in. I've lived with those people who have a hard time seeing the beauty of a rainy day. I think if I stop and think "how would I feel if someone was like that to me" each morning or during each challenge, how much nicer life would be. Live life as if God was video taping it. That would make people stop and think. Thank you for you comments, I welcome them. Lady J
9/06
You got me thinking in your last email. I wrote this tonight. Wow
Anyway, so I'll send it to you first before I post. Seeing these words. Painful. EJ
A rough,
sudden touch
masquerading
as a father's love
A look,
deceiving
betraying
a onetime trust
Suffocation,
replacing
a once welcome
kiss
Escape,
not possible
except
in the mind
Confusion,
and hurt
coursing through
her soul
A single
tear,
followed softly
by many
No one to
turn to
the night
endless and dark
Run,
run in
your mind
to the forever
safe haven
Morning
living daylight,
TELL YELL
begin the purge
of the foresaken girl.
© EJ
EJ, you have captured the words of the child. For that is how it goes. The pain you feel is your own when you were abused and it wasn't safe to feel it in the moment either. It's a good write. Lady J
Lady J, The pain was from writing how the child felt. Not my pain, but hers. It's a feeling that no one deserves to feel, and I need to feel hers once in awhile. It's deeper emotions than my own. It's hard to describe to you. Feeling her pain makes the pain less "selfish". I can hurt remembering what I did, but it's different that this. Thanks for critiquing this. If you want the poem for your website, maybe that's the best place for it? EJ
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