This Is Not A Sad Story~

this is not a sad story~

it's just another human story~

as little bundles of pink skin wrapped in white fur we hold such potential~

along the way you might find yourself rolled in tall grass by wolves and tossed into wild flowers by horses with a questionable sense of humor~

some days you're eaten down like a Eucharist and passed around to men in fine suits with carnations in their lapels and myth justifications in their slitted pupils~

you hold the syringe for a dead boy knowing it's so wrong but doing it anyway~

you fall in love with an Indian who doesn't want the politically correct labels and is so good when he is good and so bad when he's WALKIN with Jimmy and a twist of lime~

you bury this one and that one~

you love again~

you feed a child at your breast~

you become ill and well again and fall in love and do it all over again~

my children fragments of me are never too far behind~

when I need a daisy she's there in her petticoats~

when I need reason she's there with apple blossom cheeks~

and when I'm on my knees crawling through the mess of me it's her hand that reaches past a stone fireplace to wrap me up in tapestries~

I have this reoccurring dream that I died when I was eight years old in front of THAT particular tapestry in his room and that this is all a dream and that when I die here I will wake up back there to do it all over again~

but this isn't a sad story~

it's just another human story of just another girl who had potential~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Brad]

not a sad story? then tell me why i have this lump the size of my heart in my throat and some sort of wetness wanting to leak from the corner of my eyes...

what became of this potential human brought forth strength and encouragement in others whom shared the same road...sometimes bumpier...sometimes smoother...but survival, and lessons are always the same...i for one, and glad that i am able to converse and share ideas with this potential human...beautiful as always S

[Andrew Wright]

You reach past every layer of me with your words... You make me feel very alive. Promise me you won't stop.

[AlieahRose]

THAT WAS VERY WELL WRITTEN...

[Xam Salamanca]

No words... speechless :)

[Seerose]

I love this. Every word, every phrase, every line has a deep sense and leaves a deep feeling, as it is in all your writing. (Sorry for my English. ^^)

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

this touches all of humanity, simply brilliant!

vincent
www.esprit.aegauthorblogs.com

[al25]

Wow! I mean really wow! I'm stunned at how good this is. Best poem I have ever read. Thank you.

[dovetailer]

we are all lumps of clay being fashioned by every hand that touches us...rolled between two loving hands...rent by brutal fists and recombined at will...fingers applying a delicate flourish here...there...just a dab there...fired in the furnace...becoming...then doing it again...again...again...metamorphing into someone stronger...wiser...deeper...like a butterfly returning to the cocoon to become something else...encased in a veil...wondering what we will emerge as this time...
Life is a transformation...
I enjoyed this...
You are not alone

[TAO]

Oh, wow, goddess. Your work should be cannonized, turned into the Holiest Bible , and this gospel should be spread among the lost and dazed. I'm wondering... What would happen if I read your work while sitting in a cloak of purple haze (note to self - read Ms. Selene's work stoned and see what that does to the world). I know, I know... That may a tad uncouth, but, I'm seriously considering it... I think it might make my head explode...which would be much better than the migraines... But I digress...

This is a glorious piece of work, Selene, and I am happy to have had the chance to read it. I'm really going to have to buy your books...

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. i just woke up and what an inspiring start to my day ... am overwhelmed and moved to tears ... your words melt slowly ... bit by bit ... they remind me of rainbows in stained glass ... in cathedrals ... for an adult survivor of child abuse ... like me ... you spell hope and resurrection ... with rare artistic genius ... i read these words and felt they were written for me ... you bring me comfort when i cringe ... and solace when i surrender ... you bring me resilience when i'm rubble ... and courage when i'm crashing ... and you're so beautiful ... so elegant and graceful ... but more than all of that ... you give ... it is an honour to receive from you, selene ... it feels like the heavens are drizzling ... you take inner freedom from impossible to possible ... in my little universe ... i can sense who you are ... and you are spectacularly special ... thank you ... with all my heart ... for being ... am immensely indebted ...