The loving parents of a little child
Look and muse as they see the wonder of new life filled with the promise of hope for the future
Yet as they look ahead
With pride, they want to
Protect their child from the inevitable
Challenges that come with maturity &
Achievement in life
Sometimes my wishes
Become too many flooding my mind
As if I am hallucinating
I guess life's just like that, that macho bully
Sometimes... Life throws u around, it tosses u till u drop to the ground
Battered... Shattered... Plundered.
I'm on the staircase of life
I'm stuck in between the ages & phases
Of divorces,scandals, abuse and a manipulating marching band of failed relationships - yet behind this built lady,
Lies a child who looks wide eyed at strangers, hoping that each is a possible
Friend to be won
I'm tired, I'm worn
Majoring in minor has left me scratched
Like broken records
I call true intimacy as an adult allowing another adult the chance to see the child within
But no, at this point in time
I am far to gone from the world and life screams at me
I am deafened by it
Bent babies make broken ladies
So when the hurt becomes intense, it becomes easier to shut down
A house of ten lovely tenants... My side with tainted Windows of glass,
The sting of suffering cannot reach a heart encased in a hard protective shell - but then neither can love
So I block out the pain, I block out all other feelings as well and nothing can touch me.
Sermons don't touch me, sex doesn't, the lover's passionate caresses fail to touch the spot where it really hurts
Wild nights leave me empty
"Is something wrong" they ask
"No I'm fine" is my reply
What I built for defence
Has now become a prison and
I am trapped in a silent cell built
For one I call it stuck on the steps
It's like an elevator stuck between
flaws of events
But in it all, I gasp, I wriggle, I struggle
I stretch and look into that hellish inferno
Of oldies of issues and declare thru patched, lonely lips "I will go on"
-Doxa
