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"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."  I'm writing my life in pen and I can't erase my mistakes. I know--Im like you I love my family and the cold side of the pillow I can't stand this confessional poetry crap The inner recesses of the soul and all that. I think the more you say The more you hide from others and from yourself. Nietzsche said nobody ever wrote an authentic Autobiography. My life isn't a poem It's a clearance sale at Wal-Mart Buying all the Easter stuff at half price The week after the big rock had been moved from the cave.  I wonder... If love is a tale made for children -- A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence A honey-coating to help their throats Choke down the bitter drought I hear... A voice that whispers warnings, half formed, Bodiless as hope, until I swear I cannot draw Another breath unless this spectra be unmasked, His lies mangled beneath my righteous tread; I see... A girl, proud, uncompromising, That falls in desolation about her weary feet, Diaphanous as air - less, even, than the tears Salt poison pooled upon the withered ground I want... A measure of quietude, a certain silence, The echo of alone which heals me of dreamin The nothin that stills the wanting, The numb, the cold that laughs at pain. I am just me. HIDDEN. I pretend... That I can live forever -- That time, Has no puissance but that which I afford Him And so, I can wait, I can be happy tomorrow, Sleep is for the dead; but its ghosts haunt my walking today. I feel... Too much -- too deeply to be direction less, Too real for imagining, and yet the familiar eyes Hold nothing of recognition -- only my reflection A meeting of shadows in sunlit glass I touch... The downy wings of hope, in wonder, In reverence, in need, in hunger; At last, it burns my fingers as a flame A sacrilege and self defined I worry... That I am alone; that in my longing I have forsaken all -- but oh, what reward, What smile diving should light the path to freedom And how can I but heed the siren's call? I cry... For having too much, for fear of bursting And then, when by the pouring of my soul I lie, a vessel emptied, I cry again For what was had, and lost; I am just me EMPTY. I understand... That life is what you make it, That sometimes, the coat of many colors That marks your triumphs brightly, blends only To the loneliest of grey... I say... That we are made by life, shaped, Broken perhaps -- unmade and voided -- But always, the core of us remains, waiting With only faith, with trust, to be reborn; I dream... Of bluest waters, reaching With unnatural hands toward the faded sky, Of dolphins that wander in seas without limits, Carrying me through water - breathing past corals and clouds I try... To lead by example, knowing That merely the telling holds no power A gift of giving is merely a day, while The gift of knowing spans a forever I hope... That my darkness holds you gently That pain is halved by sharing, that feeling Wields nothing past the words it summons, Except that it touches you with only healing I AM JUST ME Tana I Know, That anyone who can touch you Can hurt you or heal you Anyone who can reach you Can love you or leave you. Not many will understand me and I am content with that. Don't expect me to break unless I have all the reason in the world, and don't expect me to feel because not many can make me. I give you the heart filled with a past that has shaped who I have become, only hoping you will love who I am. |
