Posted by susan47 on April 10, 2006, at 13:27:23
In reply to Re: A Day Without You, posted by Susan47 on March 21, 2006, at 15:42:11
Here in this state, in this waxing and waning of emotion, this continual struggle for my own truth, my own reality .. here I see you, this old man, not you but ... the terrible one .. this person we call a father, an old man .. old man ... I'm so afraid for you. For your own lack of growth, for your own determination to be what you're so afraid of .. to allow me to be my own self, I'm a bloody fairy, old man, don't you SEE? CAN'T YOU SEE THE MAGNIFICENcE IN ME? I AM NOT WHAT YOU ARE. BUT I CAN BE LOVED IN SPITE OF YOU. .. no, not in spite of you ... you'll never love me, and I can understand that, because a part of you will always be disappointed that I wasn't what you wanted .. your limitations exceeded your visions ... you were too human, too weak when you should have been strong ... you never could love yourself, you don't know love at all. ANd when I think of you, old man, neither do I. So what shall I do now? I shall simply stop thinking of you.
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