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Sitting down amongst the plush green grass Bare feet creeping, towards the shoreline toes of bright pink dancing, exactly with the rhythm in my head The sun slowly creeping down orange and red fills, the space between the clouds Quite peaceful bliss angels crying a slight mist for the sun will be missed, as stars soon overtake the sky Leaning forward in the pond, I peak at what the water’s Ripples have to say To my surprise the reflection startles my soul and questions my existence For is this the one I have become? So many times with struggles and the hard times I have seen I feel so weak and fragile, Unworthy and afraid, of everything even my own shadow The tribulations of childhood tears and abuse The times my heart has Been torn from my chest, and left to die Loved ones I have lost, my grandma I loved so much Each of these things left scars, each lesson took a piece of me For sure with all of this all of life The scars would show, for everyone to see Yet and still as I reflect at this pond the person that I see so clearly now Looks so strong and independent I see no scars of pain or abuse I see no reason for this image The image I’ve carried for so long All these years I’ve tried to hide behind this mask of pain of fear of regret Yet and still this whole time, these years, these hours, these minutes no need to hide Naked here in nature I confess to the pond the trees the grass I proclaim and reclaim This life of mine This life as I am without the mask.
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Reflections of the pond
Sitting down amongst the plush green grass Bare feet creeping, towards the shoreline toes of bright pink dancing, exactly with the rhythm in my head The sun slowly creeping down orange and red fills, the space between the clouds Quite peaceful bliss angels crying a slight mist for the sun will be missed, as stars soon overtake the sky Leaning forward in the pond, I peak at what the water’s Ripples have to say To my surprise the reflection startles my soul and questions my existence For is this the one I have become? So many times with struggles and the hard times I have seen I feel so weak and fragile, Unworthy and afraid, of everything even my own shadow The tribulations of childhood tears and abuse The times my heart has Been torn from my chest, and left to die Loved ones I have lost, my grandma I loved so much Each of these things left scars, each lesson took a piece of me For sure with all of this all of life The scars would show, for everyone to see Yet and still as I reflect at this pond the person that I see so clearly now Looks so strong and independent I see no scars of pain or abuse I see no reason for this image The image I’ve carried for so long All these years I’ve tried to hide behind this mask of pain of fear of regret Yet and still this whole time, these years, these hours, these minutes no need to hide Naked here in nature I confess to the pond the trees the grass I proclaim and reclaim This life of mine This life as I am without the mask.
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
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