the little girl curls up to die,
her tear-streaked face to the wind--
the cold burn of emptiness;
tearing away the sorrow,
letting the light back in.
the compassion;
the pain--
this angel in mortal form..
i tear it all down;
breaking every peice,
just to know i still bleed.
you see through this disguise,
knowing every thought and motion..
a dream beyond dreams.
kill me now before i wake,
i pray the goddess my will shall not break.
take it inside,
so i may become the star i am,
so i may fly the skies i love,
so i may live the reality i desire.
this pain is the begining of it.
i just need to make it through one more day.

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I like this style of innocence lost, of a shattered childhood, of 
disillusionment, and eventually hope (twisted as it may be).  You go 
through quite a number of emotions, and yet manage to keep it to 
relatively few words.

"i pray the goddess my will shall not break"... lovely line.  I also 
enjoyed "I tear it all down/breaking every piece/just to know i still 
bleed."  Very subtle eloquence there.

Keep writing, you're doing great :)

Yes, this is lovely, as always, Zoe

grown cold and tired
he walks only to walk
his destination has faded
and walking is all that counts
he walks
simply to imply life


sorry...for some ungodly reason, this made me think of that

falling, fading, crashing down.. the little girl takes to the breeze. 
though the bottom of the cliff isn't the sanctuary it appears as from 
the top... all she loved now twisted in pain.. surely she deserves this 
self-inflicted tourture of helplessness and regret.

No, she doesn't.  She deserves to soar with the eagles.  She deserves to 
run with the wolves, rather than from them.  She deserves freedom.  
Freedom from pain, remorse, regret.

One day, she will find this freedom.  It is not a question of "IF"!  
It's a question of "WHEN"!

But until "WHEN" comes, she must struggle to keep her head above the 
waves.  She must never lose hope.  She must continue to try.  

she promised her angel never to give up... but its so hard.. she 
doesn't know how to find those whom she truely seeks. the only way she 
could gain freedom is to detach herself from her only love.. and the 
pain of that can never let her go.... even if she turns back..

"..ponderous, man..really..ponderous"

She must keep her head above water until the boat comes.

Surely a rescue would come to all that flounder...
Eventually.  

She should not detach herself from her "only love"
She should, instead, move as when she climbs the mountain
Or walks the long trail.
She should gaze, not at the distance or the height, but at her feet.
She should watch them take a step.  And another step.  And another.  
Until, at last, freedom comes for both and not just for one.

(btw, is your "only love" a child or a man?  Call me crazy, but I 
require info.  If it's personal, you can e-mail me.  Check my plan for 
the address)

the boat lingers, just out of her reach.. she is held back by what she 
loves.. and it makes her sink to the bottom.. and those in the boat 
give up on her.. like everyone else has..

She should not listen to those in the boat.  They do not matter.  
She should look, instead, to the shore.  There, upon the sand, there 
stand others.  Have they given up on her?  No.  They watch with 
encouragement and concern on their faces, longing to help her, helpless 
to reach her.  They call to her, begging her not to lose hope, not to 
give up.  Everyone else has not, then, given up on her.  Only those she 
can see in the boat.  Those that don't matter.  

If she continued to try, that which drags her down, might bear her up.

If, however, she believes that the thing she loves is harmful to her, no 
matter how much she loves it, perhaps, then, she should take a deep 
breath and let it go.  

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