It's funny how easily we give up on something that once gave us some release simply b/c we become too involved in the everyday mundane tasks that fill up our days. For me, this would be writing. I used to write a lot, it was my escape, my way of venting, and releasing thoughts that I didn't feel comfortable sharing with anyone. Well, now, I have written my first piece of....whatever it is you want to call it....in about 3 years, so here it is, take it for however your percieve it. Broken Angel
08/16/06
Struggling for release, for some kind of sense
To comprehend the rationale.
How could you ?
Your world changes with the verdict of a jury,
In a trial that is not your own
Broken Angel,
Are you condemned to your own?
To this continuum of torturous degrees of your own design,
Each one more horrific in its reality.
Yet you persist.
Where is your release? Your redemption?
Will you allow yourself a taste of it?
One drop on your lips,
To sample once again the sweetness of a once peaceful existence?
Oh Broken Angel.
You watch us all with veiled eyes,
Inside screaming for that love you once had,
Begging for the chance to end the nightmare that torments your soul.
Your reality. The very one you’ve shackled yourself to.
Broken Angel
The monster is your keeper,
He paces ravenously,
Awaiting to feast upon the slightest spark of hope.
Broken Angel,
It’s naught but the illusion of a love,
So tainted with selfish ambition and vain conceit.
Do you see the key around your neck?
Do you remember it’s there?
The monster’s illusion slowly lifts,
As you recognize its frailty.
Free yourself; you’re the only one who can
Broken Angel
-Tennille Hossie Song of the day: Alabaster Box - Cece Winans
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Wow Tennille.
I read it three times, a little more slowly each time. I'm considering printing it out so I can read it again later.
It resonates with me today. Thanks. Wow.