telling the tellerSubmitted by victimoffiction on Mon, 12/22/2008 - 10:36pm
i tell myself about the beautiful being that i am.
young, resilient, positive. caring, loving. genuinely intentional.
at times i suffer the intensities,
the sensitivities of my young nature and what it means to be
i tell myself to be aware,
to expect the evil of the world that wants to put its hands upon me,
hold me down, and tear me to bits.
shred my inner being
and suck everything out that ever meant anything in respect of being
oh how i feel so defeated.
by my willingness to openly love...as though it is understood and exchanged:
as if defined by practical thought process of conversation.
Alas i am constantly floating, sailing the high seas of emotional storms and
battling weaknesses of my journey being cast by blows of the ocean current.
the sharks snap and snarl as they prepare for a meal.
i just want to abandon ship.