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[sid] => 157016
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Youth
[time] => 2010-01-27 21:37:00
[hometext] => Describes the struggle I had finding self worth after a bad experience etc.
[bodytext] => In sunnier times The epoch of my youth, I ran carelessly through fields of wild flowers, And laughed until my heart would burst Lighting up the Soul like Christmas. Those were days I danced with Hope, Held hands with Love, And wandered drunkenly amongst the stars; I floated the ether of my exotic Imaginings---- Never once doubting in Faith or wanting in Peace. But as the years progressed And I outgrew my summer dresses, Pealing back the layers of my skin to emerge as Woman I found myself lost inside the weight of this body-------- It became clear once the Clouds enshrouded me, Amongst ferocious thunder claps and pitying rain That the creature I used to be had died. She was no longer alive, Her heart had been broken---- Crumbled into dust; For the one she thought she had loved, Made her understand what it was to be woman: You must walk straight, Shoulders erect Poised While speaking in soft tones, Gentle as a rose petal Airy as a cucumber Sweet as a freshly picked nectarine---- Always the perfect example of femininity. Stupid really, Now that I can see clearly: Real affection does not demand submission Nor does it play with fire, Desiring its companion to be burned--- Gleefully cutting away at a person’s spirit. No---- Real affection embraces the entirety of its confidant; Such feelings are more than merely sentimental They are understood and ardently felt---- It comes naturally like breathing. And when such an epiphany struck me, I understood that, perhaps, one day, That part of me so cruelly murdered might rise again Like a phoenix from the ashes, When I meet a person who understands the beauty of my song And the depth of my person. Until then, I shall mourn my youth And all I lost with it---- While waiting patiently for my miracle: A true friend to rely on. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 134 [topic] => 21 [informant] => JakerBaker88 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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