Tears ... Ive let parts of me die ... some dramatically, as if slaughtered with a vengeance. Others, more subtly, like a long, lingering death ... slipping away in minute increments, unnoticed. Others, I buried alive, as if to silence my soul-cries. I once had a dream ... I entered a huge house (and houses always symbolize ourselves) ... I descended into the basement, and from there, a sub-basement ... and from there, a still-lower level, like a dungeon. I crept through the semi-darkness, into the back recesses of damp, impenetrable walls, until I came to a wrought-iron-caged doorway. I had to kneel to open it ... and when I did, out stumbled all manner of starved, neglected, forlorn creatures ... they crept toward me, and I opened my arms, both welcoming and horrified ... they climbed up on me, and clung to me ... the agony I felt, knowing I had been their neglector, was almost too much to bear. Those were parts ... of me. Im resurrecting them now -- all the parts of me Ive allowed, or caused, to die. I want me back - ALL of me. Every unseemly, ugly, shadow-shrouded part of me. Welcome Home, me.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 09:09:54 +0000
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