Posted by Susan47 on March 22, 2005, at 13:49:28
In reply to Re: You » Damos, posted by alexandra_k on March 22, 2005, at 4:25:13
I said a Lot.
Didn't I.
Didn't I just tell you
everything, more than
anything you ever
wanted to know about me.What did you tell me
about yourself?
What courage did you ever show?
What faith did you
ever have in me?None.
And it almost
destroyed me, didn't it.
You know, now.
There are no more excuses.
You know what I needed
was to love you.
Unfortunate choice, isn't it.But it's the choice I made.
I made it because I had to.
Sometimes, it appears
we have no choices.
And some of us, those that
are extremely hurt,
Flawed and unwhole,
sometimes we have no choice.And people like you have the power
to make it better for us,
to heal us.
You have the power all in your hands.
And you chose not to use it.
None of it.
But you have no idea, absolutely none
how much that hurts me.Because now I know I am
truly unacceptable.
My intellect is not whole.
My mind is confused.
My soul is unknown to you.
My body is broken and not beautiful.
My face reflects too much worry
to be truly attractive
to one such as you.The man who seeks perfection.
Perfect home, wife, children...
Do you know, I've pictured you
working in a workshop, back of your house
Sculpting, you have the hands
of possibility.
Have you seen your hands? Ever, really,
truly looked at them?
Appreciate their creativity, what they
can do for yourself, for others,
the beautiful images they're capable
of creating?The perfection you seek lies within yourself
not the ones or the things
that circle you in life,
nor the circumstances you inhabit.
I came to strangers for help.
But no one can truly help heal me
except you. And you chose no.No.
No.
No.
A child's first word.
poster:Susan47
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