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I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a
necessary ingredient in living, its a way of looking at life
through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and
that enables you to laugh at lifes realities.
-Dr. Seuss
Brother,
they wrapped me in white casts
yesterday, after I fell off our tree.
I wanted to fly.
You said I looked like
I had white feathers
when you visited me.
You said theyd do.
I believed you, Brother.
I even promised
to keep them clean and white.
Dirty feathers were no good,
you said.
But when I tried to fly again,
just this morning,
I tripped, and I fell.
Im sorry I bled.
Im sorry I stained the feathers.
By Pagan
lposadas@misa.irf.ph.net
Facing the enemy by dana
I stand here,
All armour discarded,
My soul naked and vulnerable,
In full view of my worst enemy,
And I see the person who has scorned me,
Belittled me, made me doubt myself,
Doubt my worth, doubt my strengths,
Doubt my right to be loved, to take up space on this planet
And to breath the air we all must share,
But I cannot hate this person.
I have pity in my heart,
And there is always room for forgiveness.
A grudge is a heavy load to carry,
And deep down inside, I know I still love this person,
Despite weaknesses and faults,
And mistakes made that cannot be corrected.
If you listen very closely,
You may even hear me utter the words
In an almost inaudible whisper...
I love you unconditionally...
At this moment, the words spill off my tongue
And over my lips and they are now out there.
I am unable to suck them back into the guarded cell
From whence they came.
The war is not yet over
But I can taste victory as another battle comes to an end.
I have once again faced my nemesis
And I emerge triumphant...empowered.
I have peace in my heart and peace of mind,
And I gaze at the person in front of me,
And I see both the winner and the loser,
And I smile to myself
As I turn my back on my enemy
And walk slowly away from the mirror.
By Dana
DeeJaySee@aol.com