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Author: Emmytastic gal
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General - Reviews: 10 - Published: 01-16-05 - Updated: 01-16-05 - id:1809723

Your True Self


I sit here thinking of all that you said,

Your cruel words linger, deep in my head.

You think I am weak – easily broken,

But instead I’m writing this, as a token,


To show you how I really feel,

I’m offering you this irresistible deal.

Maybe if you listen – make sense of what I say,

Perhaps your insecurity will fade with each day.


As the weeks turn into months, those into years,

You might grow strong, and face your fears.

You’ll stop tormenting us, and won’t see the delight,

In the power you feel by causing others plight.


All you must do is know my soul,

And of the many people, each day I console.

There’s the man who shivers – as the streets become cold,

He’s there because of the person he long ago sold.


You see, he used to be loved, had a house and car,

It’s amazing how just a pill, took him so far.

He lost everything; from family to a coat,

It was his confidence in life, which kept him a-float.


I’m helping him become who he used to be,

By setting a good example, for him to see.

Now my lips curve up as I see him smile,

He’s got a house and a wife, and me on speed-dial.


But most of all – he found who he was,

It’s unbelievable what a little friendship does.

There’s also that lady, who lives down the block,

She came to me with bruises and lacking one sock.


Her husband beat her till she escaped with a tale,

Of how she survived and tried not to fail.

Slowly I helped her and we shared many talks,

We marveled at nature on all of our walks.


She now has a daughter and a husband to trust,

And so many possessions, that she loves to dust.

She stopped regretting the past, and looked ahead,

And now she’ll never, look up and dread.


She’s so strong, independent and bold,

Because of all the stories, she tearfully told.

I want you to know that you don’t have to be,

That horrible person who thinks they hurt me.


Don’t gain satisfaction from the pain of abuse,

Take this torch of light and put it to use.

Wake up tomorrow at the crack of dawn,

And spread your true self, as you live on.



© Copyright 2005 Emmytastic gal (FictionPress ID:420131).


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