Way Back Track

I was cleaning my room, an ongoing saga, when I came accross some OLD papers. One of which had something I had written last year... After looking at it again, and fixing a few things so it made better sense, this is what it looks like....



We can do nothing sometimes except step back, look around, and then slowly shink screaming back down into the abyss where we belong. Where we come from. Where we all came from. Those who have found their way out who try to pull us out. Are they wrong? We are nothing, we go nowhere, and where we believe we belong, that is where we hide. We lick our wounds of pain, anguish and hurt. Almost no one notices us here, alone, so distantly alone.
Where the laughter of children playing can not tickle our ears, or make us sing. Only cries of hurt and anguish dwell here. Blocking reality, we silently scream at all for help. But fear keeps us from taking any help we receives, pride too.
Pride rears its ugly and screams tortured laughter at the thought of help, let alone something helping us. Whilst the very heart and soul slowly wither and shrink into nothingness, leaving an empty hollow shell that is near impossible to fill.
Some find mediocre cures that last for a time, but most are never truly satisfied.
So with a false front to the world, and crying hearts hiding behind, we all walk empty waiting to be truly found, waiting to be filled. Many look at us and think there is no hope, but we are waiting, you must be patient and bide your time to help us understand. We are looking, but you must show us.
We want to be pulled out, we want a change, we wish to be filled. Not just with , hope, or peace, joy, or love. But with all of these things at once. To be loved. With enough patience and kindness we will finally give in, let it all wash over us, and we will be held once more in loving arms. And be told "I love you my child, for who you are, who you will be, and I forgive you, for ALL you have done"

May 6, 2008