Post by Mysti on Jul 8, 2007 7:57:08 GMT -5
Stepping Out of the Shadows Pt.1
The shadows, dark and lonely place. My hiding place, my solace. Growing up with the feeling of being akward, not quite belonging. Sadness set so deep in my soul. An ache which at one time consumed me. Caving more into myself each day. So afraid to step out into the light. A light so blinding it will expose me. The painted smile I wear, will it decieve them? Or will my eyes reveal the anguish that lies in the depths of my soul. to let go, but will I fall. Jumbled thoughts race through my mind. Who am I? The pieces I have lost, can they be found again. Will I be whole? the moon calls to me. The night sings my song. The day rapes me of my very being. With the rising sun I lift my mask of the woman I am supposed to be. For so long I have walked the steps not my own, I have lost the way to me. So long the shadows consumed me, brought me comfort, a place to hide. Only now my body cries to me, it shakes me from the inside, trying to awaken the me that has slumbered. Do I let me out? She will not conform to your commands. She will walk her own path, make her own decisions. She may rebel, for teen years were stripped away by fear. The urges will return, the compulsions to defy society. To hell with the force fed junk she recieved so long ago! Will she be accepted? Will you stare at her in disgust or with envy in your eyes? Shhhh... the door, do you hear it? She is stepping out of the shadows.
MoonDove (CJ)Ó 3/12/2006
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Stepping Out of the Shadows Pt.2
Shedding the past, Luna walks slowly into the light. Taking with her nothing but her own ideas. Her passions drive her now. A writer, a painter, a photographer, a cook,a singer/guitar player, all things she will accomplish. Today she has taken her first step to reach a goal. To be out in a public place, sitting alone at a table sipping tea. Her notebook out, pen in hand she begans the story of her renewed confidence.
So many paths before her. So many choices, for her to make. Oh, but that wonderful feeling of freedom. Freedom to be herself. No more pleasing others, following, or answering to others for her actions.
MoonDove (CJ)Ó 3/12/2006
Do not copy without permission
The shadows, dark and lonely place. My hiding place, my solace. Growing up with the feeling of being akward, not quite belonging. Sadness set so deep in my soul. An ache which at one time consumed me. Caving more into myself each day. So afraid to step out into the light. A light so blinding it will expose me. The painted smile I wear, will it decieve them? Or will my eyes reveal the anguish that lies in the depths of my soul. to let go, but will I fall. Jumbled thoughts race through my mind. Who am I? The pieces I have lost, can they be found again. Will I be whole? the moon calls to me. The night sings my song. The day rapes me of my very being. With the rising sun I lift my mask of the woman I am supposed to be. For so long I have walked the steps not my own, I have lost the way to me. So long the shadows consumed me, brought me comfort, a place to hide. Only now my body cries to me, it shakes me from the inside, trying to awaken the me that has slumbered. Do I let me out? She will not conform to your commands. She will walk her own path, make her own decisions. She may rebel, for teen years were stripped away by fear. The urges will return, the compulsions to defy society. To hell with the force fed junk she recieved so long ago! Will she be accepted? Will you stare at her in disgust or with envy in your eyes? Shhhh... the door, do you hear it? She is stepping out of the shadows.
MoonDove (CJ)Ó 3/12/2006
Do not copy without permission
Stepping Out of the Shadows Pt.2
Shedding the past, Luna walks slowly into the light. Taking with her nothing but her own ideas. Her passions drive her now. A writer, a painter, a photographer, a cook,a singer/guitar player, all things she will accomplish. Today she has taken her first step to reach a goal. To be out in a public place, sitting alone at a table sipping tea. Her notebook out, pen in hand she begans the story of her renewed confidence.
So many paths before her. So many choices, for her to make. Oh, but that wonderful feeling of freedom. Freedom to be herself. No more pleasing others, following, or answering to others for her actions.
MoonDove (CJ)Ó 3/12/2006
Do not copy without permission