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Array ( [sid] => 157938 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Hope [time] => 2010-03-06 21:34:47 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Standing on the edge, twisted and gnarled.
Like a tree that’s caught in perpetual storm.
Above me unknown, below me the void.
Into which I seam to fall.
Bit by bit,…Piece by piece…..
Blown by the winds of circumstance
towards a new life.
Looking up, I feel naked, afraid, exposed.
No new charade,…
No new cloak,…
Only possibility.

Looking down I can see,…All the pieces of me.
Like dead leaves in the wind.
Blowing haphazard.
Useless now…
Discarded now…
Remnants of an old cloak I no longer need.
I’ll equipped I feel.
Re-entering this life without
my old protective shroud.
The very thing that has blocked,
my view of the world.

Peering out from beneath my fresh new leaves.
Tender and fragile.
I squint at the sudden flood of light.
Bright and warm.
Full of promise and encouragement.
I feel humbled and insignificant.
In the face of all that is, and all that could be.

And so I emerge from the storms of my past.
Able to perceive the world from a wider,…
Fuller,…more realistic perspective.
I am aware now of how the world has sculpted me.
Molded me,… into the complex person that I have become.
As it does with us all,…in time.
But with this new consciousness,…
comes also a flood of practicality.
And an unrelenting awareness
of all the things left un-said and un-done,…
and the urge to make up for lost time.

Perhaps I’m done, with the guarded glance, and clever rebuke.
Perhaps I’m done, pushing away the things that I need..
Perhaps with this new insight,…this new clarity.
I’ll create a life in which I am not my own worst enemy.
A life in which self punishment has no place.
Perhaps a life in which joy and prosperity,…
are attainable and achieved.
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Hope

Contributed by dbl0jen on Saturday, 6th March 2010 @ 09:34:47 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Standing on the edge, twisted and gnarled.
Like a tree that’s caught in perpetual storm.
Above me unknown, below me the void.
Into which I seam to fall.
Bit by bit,…Piece by piece…..
Blown by the winds of circumstance
towards a new life.
Looking up, I feel naked, afraid, exposed.
No new charade,…
No new cloak,…
Only possibility.

Looking down I can see,…All the pieces of me.
Like dead leaves in the wind.
Blowing haphazard.
Useless now…
Discarded now…
Remnants of an old cloak I no longer need.
I’ll equipped I feel.
Re-entering this life without
my old protective shroud.
The very thing that has blocked,
my view of the world.

Peering out from beneath my fresh new leaves.
Tender and fragile.
I squint at the sudden flood of light.
Bright and warm.
Full of promise and encouragement.
I feel humbled and insignificant.
In the face of all that is, and all that could be.

And so I emerge from the storms of my past.
Able to perceive the world from a wider,…
Fuller,…more realistic perspective.
I am aware now of how the world has sculpted me.
Molded me,… into the complex person that I have become.
As it does with us all,…in time.
But with this new consciousness,…
comes also a flood of practicality.
And an unrelenting awareness
of all the things left un-said and un-done,…
and the urge to make up for lost time.

Perhaps I’m done, with the guarded glance, and clever rebuke.
Perhaps I’m done, pushing away the things that I need..
Perhaps with this new insight,…this new clarity.
I’ll create a life in which I am not my own worst enemy.
A life in which self punishment has no place.
Perhaps a life in which joy and prosperity,…
are attainable and achieved.




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Re: Hope (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Saturday, 6th March 2010 @ 11:04:04 PM AEST
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What an honest open heartfelt Appraisal of life at thejunction of change where self realisation has opened eyes to the expectation of hope and a better more fulfilled life,Great imagery in this, the nakedness and vulnerability, the newness....fresh new leaves and then the change....ill create a life in which I am not my own worst enemy. well written


Re: Hope (User Rating: 1 )
by Tamara_527 on Saturday, 13th March 2010 @ 10:28:48 PM AEST
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very well written, I can feel the fear and vulnerability when I read it, and the hope of something better to come if you have the courage




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