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Array ( [sid] => 95522 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Rachel [time] => 2005-05-23 20:13:03 [hometext] => About a friend of mine... [bodytext] => She was never one to embrace conformity.

She walked in late.

Silently, hoping they wouldn't notice her (nobody ever does),
She sat down.
Of course, they didn't want her there.

(They were never very good at accepting
"New people."
Even the ones that were seemingly perfect,
Unlike her.
Even the ones that...
Actually wanted to be accepted.)

They slid over,
But only out of politeness.

(But she didn't care.
She liked it that way,
She enjoyed the lonliness, enjoyed being separated all the time...
She took comfort in knowing that
Most people had no clue she existed.)

There was no more room,
And even though they despised the girl
(Without saying a word to her,
Or her saying a word back)
They had to be nice.

After all, this was a church.

And there...
Mouth barely moving as she "sang" the hymns,
Eyes staring out the window instead of at her Bible,
Surrounded by the judgemental glares of bitter old men,
There...
She had never felt more comfortable.

Because
She was never one to embrace people,
Never one to trust anybody...
Never one to desire friendship.
Or, even love.

Smiling inside,
She turned away.

And they never knew
That that was the day her heart froze.
Even she didn't know it.

I guess I'm the only one who saw. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 519 [topic] => 61 [informant] => hooray_its_jen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )

Rachel

Contributed by hooray_its_jen on Monday, 23rd May 2005 @ 08:13:03 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

She was never one to embrace conformity.

She walked in late.

Silently, hoping they wouldn't notice her (nobody ever does),
She sat down.
Of course, they didn't want her there.

(They were never very good at accepting
"New people."
Even the ones that were seemingly perfect,
Unlike her.
Even the ones that...
Actually wanted to be accepted.)

They slid over,
But only out of politeness.

(But she didn't care.
She liked it that way,
She enjoyed the lonliness, enjoyed being separated all the time...
She took comfort in knowing that
Most people had no clue she existed.)

There was no more room,
And even though they despised the girl
(Without saying a word to her,
Or her saying a word back)
They had to be nice.

After all, this was a church.

And there...
Mouth barely moving as she "sang" the hymns,
Eyes staring out the window instead of at her Bible,
Surrounded by the judgemental glares of bitter old men,
There...
She had never felt more comfortable.

Because
She was never one to embrace people,
Never one to trust anybody...
Never one to desire friendship.
Or, even love.

Smiling inside,
She turned away.

And they never knew
That that was the day her heart froze.
Even she didn't know it.

I guess I'm the only one who saw.

Copyright © hooray_its_jen ... [ 2005-05-23 20:13:03]
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Re: Rachel (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Monday, 23rd May 2005 @ 08:28:30 PM AEST
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How very sad, cold and lonely she must really be inside. It is horrible when others treat people like this. Christians seem to be the best at it if you don't fit into their perfect little place for you in their minds. Hypocritical judgments have turned so many people away from religion. It is sad because that is where she really needs to be.

Rita

Re: Rachel (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Monday, 23rd May 2005 @ 08:39:06 PM AEST
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How very sad, cold and lonely she must really be inside. It is horrible when others treat people like this. Christians seem to be the best at it if you don't fit into their perfect little place for you in their minds. Hypocritical judgments have turned so many people away from religion. It is sad because that is where she really needs to be.

Rita

Re: Rachel (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Monday, 23rd May 2005 @ 09:13:07 PM AEST
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Wow. I'm so glad I didn't miss this. It is... a remarkably potent piece. By some odd coincidence, I've had a couple conversations very recently that I'm reminded of again after having read this. I thought initially the reason this struck me so was because those conversations were... impactful. But then I re-read this and realized... it wouldn't matter who you are or what conversation you may have been having... or anything else for that matter --- this is simply great poetry - fabulously presented, well constructed, incredibly moving and yes... potent.

As I said, I'm so glad I didn't miss this... thanks for sharing it.

Impressed,
~Snemmy~

Re: Rachel (User Rating: 1 )
by blowfish_jane on Tuesday, 24th May 2005 @ 04:18:11 AM AEST
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Jenna, this was such a well written piece. I do agree with Rita and Snemmy this was very well presented and it really does draw you in and leaves you breathless.

Amazing write, thanks for posting.

Jane xxxx

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