Cindy was no longer that smiling girl who brightened the entire room. She was now more pale, withdrawn and appeared emaciated. Matthew sometimes wished she had reported him to the campus police or to just anyone but she never did. It was one year ago during spring break in Tango Hall.
“Please stop! You are hurting me! I don’t want to do this!” was what Matthew kept hearing repetitiously in his head. It was non stop and he hated it. He missed Cindy so much but he didn’t dare approach her after what had happened. He hated himself for it everyday.
I’m no longer hiding
I’m going to be me
Your acceptance doesn’t matter
Cause now I’m free
Closed door no more
Loving me at my core
Free
Good day my beautiful people. Always be who you are meant be! Work where you feel most happy. Date those that make you shine. Keep company of those that lift you up. It’s time to let all negativity go. But first look in the mirror and learn to love yourself. It always starts with you. Do you agree or disagree?
Yesterday was such a hectic day and things were just in disarray. Then I thought of you and poof it all went away. I started to feel good and thoughts of you changed my mood. I imagined you with all your splendor speaking gently to me with so much candor. Were it possible to place your essence in a bottle, I would. Trust me, I wish I could!
I would carry it with me day and night. I would keep it safe. I would hold it tight. I would never leave it behind for it would be one of a kind. I wouldn’t lend it or sell it on a cart.
I would keep close, close to my heart!
Today is Valentine’s Day and a day to celebrate love for others and for yourself. If no one is getting you candy or flowers then buy them for yourself. If you don’t have money then draw them for yourself. You are worth it. You are loved! You are beautiful!! Namaste.
As I sat by my window I heard bird chirping coming from outside. I looked out the window and saw a bird fly by. I extended my right hand and the bird flew to me. It then sang the most beautiful of songs.
I wondered why the beautiful bird sang alone. As I held the small bird in my hands I noticed it was wounded. Poor little bird was bleeding on the area below its right wing. My heart raced and I became sad. For some reason I really cared for the bird.
The bird then took flight but faithfully returned everyday and sang its melody to me. I can’t begin to tell you the elation I felt. I was invisible in the world and it all changed the moment the bird came to me. I was no longer invisible! I was special! I was loved!
But one day the bird didn’t come. I missed it so much. Where did it go? What had I done wrong? As I wondered, a thought came to mind. His wound had healed and now it did sing among the other birds. I extended my arm out the window praying it would come to me like before but the bird just flew right by. I felt pain in my chest, and put my head down and I cried.
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Three days later I heard chirping coming from outside. I ran to the window and saw that my beautiful bird chirped the loudest among the others. The melody was directed towards me and I was ecstatic. With utmost excitement I extended my right hand but once again the bird didn’t fly to me. I was sad but I smiled because at that moment I realized how much he loved me too.
Sincerely
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
This entry is placed in dedication to Anaya Ruiz age 11 for requesting something she could read. This story is about love and purity. Sometimes the love is there but we can’t be with those we love. Anyone have a story to share? I love to write but I also love to read.
Winter winter
A thorn, a splinter
Can I ever pluck it out?
For this I am in doubt
Compelled to no end
Ramification! Damnification!
No sanctification can ever your heart mend
So I pose the following question. Can you respond without hesitation?
If you were such a gestalt was I truly at fault? Please state it! I too am jaded.
Oh this thorn! This splinter!
It’s so frigid in our home where it’s winter.
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Namaste my wonderful followers and readers. I love each one of you to the max.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G
