My story

here's a story
for whoever is interested

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once there was a little girl, who did not speak til the age of three. she lived with mom, dad and siblings older and younger than she. she was wild, she was free. she was happy as can be. life was filled with wonder, light and carefree. blindsided by joy, fate took a turn. when she thought everything was going well, everything just crashed and burned. father went broke, mother got angry. all promises were thrown out the alley. siblings grew distant, relatives were unapproachable, when men became insistent, her body became charitable. sweet little girl got lost in the dark. with no explanation, she emptied her heart. by and by with faint guidance from above, she wore her heart with sadness and madness like a glove. "you shall not see" she speaks. "you shall not know" she goes, "the darkness that grew within, the hollow void she tows". masks after masks she fades, layered with perfected charades. so many shams, too many roles, she has exploited her own one living soul. paralyzed as it's inevitable, the one who is yielding and amenable. tied to all directions she bleeds, given up all hope she concedes. "I beg you please have mercy" she cried, "take my life now for I have already died!". one last breath was supposed to be the last, then she realized she was meant to be an outcast. "if I was ready for the 'end', why not give it one last go, and play the role I intend?". she dusted her slippers and kicked off her heels, she got up and got ready to know how it feels. She raised the tall man to the heavens and blasted "f**k you!". "I will do me from now on, no matter how taboo!"


...as the story continues to unfold

Reviews

[Aaron H. Ardea]

I know I've told you this, but this speaks to me so much right now in my life: -- "if I was ready for the 'end', why not give it one last go, and play the role I intend?" -- Im not clear though, on what her intention or new role really is. It remains mysterious because it was so inaccessible to her growing up, perhaps. But I wonder, is it her coming to terms with being an outcast? Or is it coming to terms with not hiding her truth from herself?

[AO_Fulcrum]

It is simply coming to Terms, Mr. Ardea, Terms as in the magic of thoughts to symbols and sounds and it's limited forms to form unlimited definitions. Dimensions of spirit requiring grounded descriptions through me that willed to emptiness so [it] may pass through and speak.