Change of pace
Change of polish. Change of pace. The light from the bold. A gentle warmth to outshine the startling shock.
Enough of care for one day. The softness, the comforting breeze against my face. So much of me is open and yet no one dares to see the real parts.
It's interesting how people only believe what they hear. Nothing that can be real can be shocking. Obviously the outward appearance of someone is all that is assumed.
Alas that is where I'd like to kick everyone in their rears. No need for alarm. I only say that for the reasons of reality checks need to be heard.
Not once did anyone beg to know about me. They only absorbed what they heard. And when they started searching it was too late.
Now you will know nothing of me.
The gentle, quiet Mary who held so many people up came crashing down for the sake of one sided love. Buried deep, now, I am.
Frozen in a place where only I go or I stay. Yet no one will know the answer. Still there is much to weigh, to figure out.
Yes I took in all the blame. And still there is one more who shook the foundation . Yet her name will never be mentioned. I took upon me the entire course.
And still no one will ever know that. And people tell me to rush back, why?
Do they not know what they ask? The rushing back is a death sentence right now. My whole being was torn apart. Dissected and discriminated against and people want me back like roses are beautiful.
No! No! The thorns are what make roses beautiful. The good and the hateful. They shine because the thorns. Indeed that is what I did for people.
Now I back up. Only to go forward and be my wildflowers in the meadows. I never want to be a rose. Nor a Gerber daisy. Just a piece you would stamp you foot on in the woods.
No I claim no beauty and no means of bringing a glow to others. I only claim that I am but a wild child from the meadows who is always in search.
Maybe one day I will find a place. But today, I just wander. Remain in the wind. Swaying.
That is my core. Wild, free and silent. I shine only there.
Enough of care for one day. The softness, the comforting breeze against my face. So much of me is open and yet no one dares to see the real parts.
It's interesting how people only believe what they hear. Nothing that can be real can be shocking. Obviously the outward appearance of someone is all that is assumed.
Alas that is where I'd like to kick everyone in their rears. No need for alarm. I only say that for the reasons of reality checks need to be heard.
Not once did anyone beg to know about me. They only absorbed what they heard. And when they started searching it was too late.
Now you will know nothing of me.
The gentle, quiet Mary who held so many people up came crashing down for the sake of one sided love. Buried deep, now, I am.
Frozen in a place where only I go or I stay. Yet no one will know the answer. Still there is much to weigh, to figure out.
Yes I took in all the blame. And still there is one more who shook the foundation . Yet her name will never be mentioned. I took upon me the entire course.
And still no one will ever know that. And people tell me to rush back, why?
Do they not know what they ask? The rushing back is a death sentence right now. My whole being was torn apart. Dissected and discriminated against and people want me back like roses are beautiful.
No! No! The thorns are what make roses beautiful. The good and the hateful. They shine because the thorns. Indeed that is what I did for people.
Now I back up. Only to go forward and be my wildflowers in the meadows. I never want to be a rose. Nor a Gerber daisy. Just a piece you would stamp you foot on in the woods.
No I claim no beauty and no means of bringing a glow to others. I only claim that I am but a wild child from the meadows who is always in search.
Maybe one day I will find a place. But today, I just wander. Remain in the wind. Swaying.
That is my core. Wild, free and silent. I shine only there.
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