It wasn’t that she didn’t know or remember where she was going and what she had to do.
It was when she would come to a turn or a door in the corridors that her mind would get caught in a jag of review.
It wasn’t that she didn’t know or remember where she was going and what she had to do.
It was when she would come to a turn or a door in the corridors that her mind would get caught in a jag of review.
There was The Word
Which they say was Light
But before this there was Love
That gave reason for Light to exist
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(Content of multiple meanings)
There had been too many tragedies
As a result of decisions made past
Too many losses experienced
When no one can ever go back
The weight of the world had always
Been his burden of responsibility
Generations of corrupt collusions
Cast doubt upon worth of fealty
He had not supported their actions
Yet still carried the onus of ancestry
And Fate can become unkind when
Forces of Chaos manipulate destiny
But somewhere beneath crushed pride
Remained an embered memory of love
It burned too much to touch it so
He’d gripped it with leather glove
Once released if it were possible
He’d have fallen to beg upon knees
As remembered their flights together when
Sacred winds had whispered through trees
And wished with all of his heart that
She could again love wild and free
Hey, the story teller is Tom Hanks! 😀
“What is it that you are waiting for?”
“If they could do contrast on my spine, they’d see more extensive damage than I’m given credit for.”
“Both hips also took damage.”
“I want this…this incredible love that I feel inside to have a place shared with another in his heart, and for him to receive this from me in my heart, as well.”
“Watching video clips of strong, mythical women – and then realizing, ‘so am I.'”
“I don’t have many of the few supports that I used to rely upon – whether caffeine for brain waking and then later calming, or rest in sleep.”
“But I can’t move in any of these ways, anymore.”
Tbe little girl toddled at speed across the green grass under fluffy-leaved trees, arms high foward waving for balance in the air as she swayed too and fro and her mother guided and worried in tender flutterings.
Come now
Saturate
Let us
Both
Revel in
Glory
More used to the high seas’ variances’ larger continuums, she felt mistrustful letting river rapids and currents just carry her forward.
“This could be good?” her pragmatism queried.
“The house begins clattering with footsteps, voices, banging diors, food smells, and soon to be sequences of barking dogs which must be quieted as the tractors gear up at 7:30am and rumblings penetrate through body and housing – thinking they’ve a right to transgress early.”
She was affected by other beings’ rhythms.
“My love, would you forgive me just not wanting to do any of this, again?
I still want to know your desires, dreams, and aspirations – I just need rest and to no longer be so heavily worry-burdened.”
“I am now entering into this cycle again, feeling the adrenals cycle up for the next go around of too much, too fast, all of the time as the dogs won’t let me sleep, and everyone else’s day is about to begin.
Too many dogs peeing and pooping and barking and jostling.
Too many cats needin meowing and messing, needing tending and rehoming.
Too many dead-end conclusions rattling, and deadlines resisting their amend.”
Oh that we could have met
When I had more to offer…
How could she let him help her
Why would he even want to?
Her heart had been betrayed
And her body was fractured
“This is mine…
But my spirit rocks unconsoled, knowing tbat even still, things could get worse.
Traction seems a thing of fantasy now, and daydreams.”
“Lovely forms are reclaimed of broken pottery, made whole again by golden filagree.
Heal me with your love, so that I may be reborn.”
“Where am I?”she screamed while he tried to grab onto and hold her as she fought him off in desperation to reclaim herself, not knowing what was needed.
“Can you see me through all of this rage and pain? Would you love me still if I can never be myself, again?”
“I feel so tired…so f-ing, f-ing tired.
I want to reach for life, but feel empty.
The same cycles of patterns happening, without reboot to my engines.”
There was something about him that lured her feminine fire out from hiding – and in return, caused her to provoke his hunger.
“Some tears…I’ve been too tightly wound, lately.”
Her body snapped internally in fits and swinging emotions, denied the addictive pain relief and starving for something nourishing.