Wednesday, May 17, 2006

She - the inner self

The fog lifts ever so slowly, revealing the brightness only the sun can bring. I wonder if the light will burn the retina of her eyes and cause a more permanent kind of blindness. She doesn’t say anything. She blinks. I can hear the tortured thoughts in her mind. She reaches out to me in silent anguish. I sense her pain, but I turn away, disgusted, ashamed.

4 comments:

ECLIPSE said...

I carry a great deal of shame ... just tonight, I turned over some thoughts about the series of experiences I've had and they all somehow seem shabby and I conclude that it must be because I'm shabby or less-than.

Then I push it away and try not to think much at all.

The Mass Defective said...

Your post was like looking in the mirror. Wow.

Take care,
Sid

busybusybusy said...

I really enjoyed reading your post.

Suzanne said...

It's so painful being ourselves, and yet painful rejecting ourselves. I hope you feel better.