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A victim exists day by day;
I thrive moment by moment.
A victim has given up;
I persevere every single day.
A victim resides in the darkness;
I dance joyfully in the light.
A victim is shut away from the world;
I am open to the universe.
A victim tries to bury it deep;
I have laid it to rest in peace.
A victim seems to hold on to
That moment in time;
I have it marked as a
Brief page in my life.
A victim looks with longing
To yesterday;
I gaze with excitement
To the future.
A victim doesn’t always make it home;
I made a new home within my soul.

A victim used to have my face…
I am a survivor, a victor, a woman reborn.

Rainy Days

Grey clouds hiding blue skies means another rainy day. Lately, those make up most of my life. A hint of tears to fall from the sky & my eyes. Nothing seems clear anymore when rain drops even from a sunny view. The wind cannot make up its mind whether to caress softly or push hard. My emotions mirror rainy days. Grey eyes glistening with moisture that could fall suddenly. Love that could flow gently or overturn violently. Dreams unfulfilled…
Desire runs like steady water through my veins during rainy days. Need flashes like lightening and climaxes like thunder. My lover is the wind during our storm, caressing softly then pulsing hard around and within me. Pleasure washing, cleansing, cooling after that rainy day is gone.

Bittersweet Memories

Memories come to my mind of a bittersweet friend I used to cherish deeply. Nearly eight years of my life was shared freely with him. In the end, my heart was broken & a special piece of my soul was missing. Never did I think it would come to this. He never knew how much I was shattered, even though he had to have known how much he mattered to me. Sometimes I wonder where he is. If his heart & soul belongs to someone he calls a soulmate. Does he think of me as I think of him. Regrets flood me as I remember how we went our seperate ways. Even though I desperately wanted to hold on, I know now what a mistake that would have been.

This is the first & only time I shall ever put my feelings into words about him. I know our paths will never cross again. No one will ever mean as much to me as he once did. He'll always remain a bittersweet memory of my past.

(For Wylie H.)

Writings 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11

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