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Posted by Tanzanite on March 3, 2006, at 19:15:24
No one hears me
I knock on the door
No one is home
I cry and my tears fall
But silence is the theme
I try to find myself
But I see a frail being
I try to reach out
But I am all alone
I give my heart 100%
But never get it back
I feel like I am drowning
In my own cell
No air, no way out
Someone is here
I speak to him
But anger comes forth, no tolerance
It as if I am fighting for nothing
I pray in the silence
To my God
For it seems that maybe he might hear me
Isolation is another kind of death
And you reach out to where you can break through
But, when you are suffocating it is hard
So hard
To grasp onto anything real
To feel love that is expressed
Once so alive, once so beautiful
Replaced by fear
And yet, I still trudge on.Peace
Tanzanite
Posted by Susan47 on March 4, 2006, at 11:47:39
In reply to Dying Inside: Lonely in Love, posted by Tanzanite on March 3, 2006, at 19:15:24
Peace.
Trudge on, my darling, trudge on ...
There's light, waiting there,
the door to seek is the one to yourself.
Posted by Tanzanite on March 4, 2006, at 23:12:38
In reply to Re: Dying Inside: Lonely in Love, posted by Susan47 on March 4, 2006, at 11:47:39
Hi Susan, thank you so much. You are right the door I seek is to myself somewhere. Just gonna take awhile to find it again. Hope you are doing well.
Peace and blessings
Tanzanite
Posted by Susan47 on March 8, 2006, at 12:00:10
In reply to Re: Susan, posted by Tanzanite on March 4, 2006, at 23:12:38
What is peace, what is a blessing, what does anything mean?
Posted by Tanzanite on March 8, 2006, at 19:23:14
In reply to Re: Susan, posted by Susan47 on March 8, 2006, at 12:00:10
Sometimes it is hard to find those things yes. But I am hoping with all my heart that you can find some sense of comfort and am thinking of you and care about your feelings.
Chelle
Posted by Susan47 on March 10, 2006, at 12:28:21
In reply to Dying Inside: Lonely in Love, posted by Tanzanite on March 3, 2006, at 19:15:24
> No one hears me
> I knock on the door
> No one is home
> I cry and my tears fall
> But silence is the theme
> I try to find myself
> But I see a frail being
> I try to reach out
> But I am all alone
> I give my heart 100%
> But never get it back
> I feel like I am drowning
> In my own cell
> No air, no way out
> Someone is here
> I speak to him
> But anger comes forth, no tolerance
> It as if I am fighting for nothing
> I pray in the silence
> To my God
> For it seems that maybe he might hear me
> Isolation is another kind of death
> And you reach out to where you can break through
> But, when you are suffocating it is hard
> So hard
> To grasp onto anything real
> To feel love that is expressed
> Once so alive, once so beautiful
> Replaced by fear
> And yet, I still trudge on.
>
> Peace
> TanzaniteAdd the last post on this thread, the first and last together ...
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