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[title] => The Light, My Saviour
[time] => 2004-06-14 07:00:49
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[bodytext] => To think i was once convinced i was worthless To think I onced hated my self, loathed my self to the deepest point of my soul Such disgust in ones self can cause self mutilation and for the scars to heal red proves the intensity of the hatred I had inside my heart I was diseased I wanted to cut it out I needed something to divert my mind because i couldnt control my thoughts They mis-led me to a dark place and encaged me there It seemed I'd be there forever. It was pitch black, the top was as small as a dot In this deep, empty hole. I could not see anything It was so cold, after a while i became numb and I could not feel a thing.. No hate No sadness No love No regret No pain No pleasure Just a constant sensation of nothing at all But then.. One day a light shone into this dark place shining down warm rays of something i had did not think existed I gazed up to this stranger this immaculate star has it chosen me? have i been chosen? It seems i have.. All of a sudden a ladder slid down and lit up as bright as the light i could see I began to climb It all felt so great But within me was still doubt it was taking so long to reach the top, i could not see the top and i'd been climbing for so long and times i gave up and began to climb back down At times i got tired and decided to let go but this ladder still stayed there not budging not moving still glowing as bright as it did in the beginning. The ladder was warm and smooth, The touch of its material was soothing and comforting I was not familiar with this sensation I was not sure what it was nor if it was real.. But i craved the top so badly even when i began to get tired I carried on climbing and climbing falling slightly but then climbing some more I'd hardly noticed i was coming near to the top when i came face to face with the light It was there right infront of me it blinded me at first but my vision slowly adjusted and the being became clear It was him My love My saviour His name Laurence Keiron O'Toole [comments] => 1 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 2 [informant] => another_dimension [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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