This
entry was from sometime in 1987, my first year in college. You know those
times of trying to find out who you are. You’ve got freedom, but don’t know
what that really means or how you'll respond to the experiences. Here’s me trying to figure me out:
Don’t bump me in the heart of my depression,
but caress it with the sweat of your love. Straight through it and I’ll blow
like the wind, or warm slowness and electric life in eyes, lips speaking truths, judgments
held at bay - our hope combines. Chastised hearts seen in the past, emotional
pains in my hands, and where are you now?
Sighing burns holes
inside - waiting is way too long. Don’t cry over my death. Begin my rebirth with the sweat of your love and lift me a little higher.
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Wow that's deep. Your journals are filled with such great writings.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sheena-kay. I appreciate your readings!
Delete1987 was my first year of college too! It's so odd that it really doesn't even seem that long ago.
ReplyDeleteThis was a beautiful piece, very touching.
It seems forever ago to me! :)
DeleteHi, Nancy:
ReplyDeleteI like your imagery when you mention the "electric life in eyes." Just beautiful.
I look forward to getting to know you better and am following your blog to do just that!
Blessings to you and yours...
Ohhhh... I think that entry was beautiful! You're such a writer! :D
ReplyDeleteVery poetic. I love, sometimes, playing with my writing like this in journals-- letting the words be pretty and emotional and flowing.
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