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Date: Saturday, August 23, 2008
Time: 10:18 AM
love love love
Name: Elena
Date: Saturday, March 21, 2009
Time: 01:08 PM
scribble your name she said, a line in the sand. your flowing white dress, or was it your soul slowly reaching out to me? I follow the laughing footsteps in the sand of my heart that you left for me, forever grateful for the trail of breadcrumbs to my awakening... Your love enthralled me, Rocked me, Cradled me, ...and then let me go. Go! you said. Explore yourself, and others. in others? away from others? with others? I am my own Pandora's box, My own worst fears and lyrical delights. My pure joy is my mother's downfall, My true happiness her disapointment? When did we learn as women to fear love? How were we defined as those meant to suffer? That our noblest aspirations were to deny ourselves? I've cracked their secret and now there's no turning back, I refuse to stay silent. But even in the absence of my speech they see the difference in my eyes, They do not shine for them anymore, I am not their own, They do not know me. Who is this daughter that refuses their logic & time worn conventions? Why must I feel the need to break from tradition? Why do I need this happiness? Why can't I settle, for them... I'm breaking their hearts... their world, They cannot keep me as they are, But they refuse to change. I cannot stay the same, I've opened up my box of secrets.