I wonder if you exist anymore, or just in fairy tales. You are a haunting memory, a figment of a dream, my favourite song. I find you in the attic of my imagination and the basement of my subconscious. I pray you exist and I prey on my hopes and dreams that you dont. You must feel incredibly lost and misplaced amongst all these imposters that you call friends. Mostly I have forgotten about you, when I allow myself to fall asleep and forget, a rarity these days. Maybe you are from another planet. in any case, your species is dying, let the funeral begin I say. Let the strong and worthy survive. Then I might see you for real. Our cancerous demise started when we became lazy. You inadvertently made me the blame, when you left me to do the hard work, the dirty work, clean up after your mess. I thought I had no choice, there was nothing I could do. I became weak, whilst you held your hands out and your shoulders shrugged, scaring me into thinking my life would be left in your incapable hands. You asked me for advice; then took it and the credit.... along with my dignity, my self esteem, my trust, my hope, my love. You gave me scraps as a thank you, believing me grateful to be in your presence, believing you are gift to me, a present. Surprise! You are an empty box, there is nothing inside, you are hollow. If I shake you we might hear a sound, but mostly We just hear the air that rattles in the box. You are tempting, I want you, I believe there are goodies inside. I open you up and find nothing. What a shame. Mean while you search for toys to play with and disregard at will. Well its time; time to lift the veil, open the box, see what is behind the curtain. Time to remember ,a time for healing!!
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 07:47:06 +0000
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