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  • Tootsie 6:18 am on July 5, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Life, , Revisiting the Past,   

    Revisiting the Past 

    The red paint on the wall haunts me

    I make my way up the steep steps

    Once I make it to the top

    I stand for a while and compose myself

    Slowly I walk to the rusted door

    It takes a few jerks but it opens

    The apartment is well lit

    And yet it drowns me in its darkness

    I go directly into my childhood bedroom

    Three windows are in the room

    But still it feels enclosed

    Like a torture chamber

    I sit on the floor

    And place my hands by my side

    The coldness of the room makes me shiver

    You are no longer here

    To physically taunt me

    But unfortunately mentally you have power

    While I continue to sit here

    I begin to feel like a nine year old again




    And damaged

    You have conveniently left

    Behind the monster here

    So easily- effortlessly

    While I am forever stuck

    With this child

    A child ruined


    And left to die within herself

    Over and over again

    • sarairivera 9:01 pm on July 14, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      So sad. I love how you express yourself.

      How great that God not only heals but offers us so much more!

    • Raquel 9:25 pm on October 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      I really love this one. every word of it is true. unfortanetly there are things that have happened that even as we say we are over it and im healed we lie. we lie to others as we do to ourselves. we arent healed. we never are. once that pain is inside our hearts its there where it will forever stay. we might put on a mask , smile and say im ok. but the walls inside us are shattering. killing us slowly. making us want nothing but to end that crucial pain that has done nothing but haunt us and hurt us.

      • Tootsie 7:46 am on November 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        We forgive, but never forget. To forget would be foolish.

  • Tootsie 6:11 am on July 5, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , I'm sorry to say, Life, ,   

    I’m sorry to say 

    I’m sorry to say

    But I wish your father was dead

    I wish you were a bastard

    And would never mention his name

    Only if you knew

    The things he’s done

    The things he did

    And the things he will do

    Just then maybe you wouldn’t

    Turn into him

    Or look for his companionship

    I wish your father was dead

    I wish you were a bastard

    That would never mention his name

    I’m sorry to say

  • Tootsie 5:07 am on June 30, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Life, , , The search for love   

    Hello world! “The search for Love” 

    I search for Love

    In people

    In things

    I search for fullness

    In places where emptiness resides

    My heart longs for a Consoler

    My ears long for sweet music

    Yet I’m stuck in this rut

    Being engulfed by the darkness

    Trying to escape

    Yet ending up lower than before

    Lost- waiting to be found

    Love waits for me

    To fill me til no end

    A Love to console me

    To feed sweet words to me

    A Love to be my light in the darkness

    To find and hold grasp of me

    Love is ready for me

    But am I ready for Love?

    • Snuggles 5:20 pm on July 14, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Wow. How beautiful!

      Are we ready for love and the changes it will bring?

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