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[title] => WOODEN BOX
[time] => 2006-09-10 18:45:36
[hometext] => PUSHING ON
[bodytext] => Wooden box An old familiar feeling like a dusted box, Wooden came up from hiding in a sealed, tight condition the wind blows a gentle breeze a reminder of memories as the preseason of the turning leaves whisks thru my door step, familiar feelings, I step back in, shut the door and pray this moment will soon pass that the leaves will do their thing, and fall no more and the settled winter, will be here at last yet this box, at my doorstep, wooden, and dusted, sits here staring at me, locked tight, sealed shut I had forgotten of this memory the pain, the haunting’s when the dark season of fall, had fallen upon me but I fight now, to not open this box of feelings from it, my heart wants it to leave it be a brave heart courageous, I decide to embrace avoiding the temptation to reopen this box I will push through the pain and fears I once faced momentarily, facing them again, In memory of thoughts only feelings, a deep fear, a faded memory every year, becoming more faded, and soon, they will be a forgotten story until then, I pray as I have always prayed that this will remind me of where I am to be once was opened, a boxed precious gift filled with trying, and emotional fears within me of tormented dreams and thoughts I once lived it put me to the test of life, of tears as I courageously fought every year until I over come, became stronger and healed my own wounds and tares now looking back at this wooden box, I say thank you, for making me strong for you have defined me In deed and thought I have become a spiritual character, I dared to become I am grateful it was something I went through but now, I want to keep it sealed, out of sight mark it, dated it, already used an experience already fulfilled, don’t need it twice I have overcome, once, will overcome again, goodbye, dear memory I have to chase my vision for there is only one thing I see in this story the goal line, for I am climbing and when that day comes that I reach that goal line of rising I will have gone trough many more painful stumps but they are only there, to challenge me to overcome, define, and strengthen me mold me into the art of God, he wants me to be following his guide, I keep moving to he overcoming all, a hero, of courage I become a beautiful soul as I dare to face forward, unafraid to let God blossom me, and grow- Shanna huntsman9-10-06 [comments] => 0 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 65 [informant] => Adelle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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