I was lying here, naked & shivering, under the blanket of a hot summer night.
Ripping layers of me backwards; I keep wanting right yesterdays & I can't get past it.
Agony & ecstacy huddled together, warming each other, but chilling me.
When you asked how I felt, I laugh nervously and said, "I'm fine."
Give me a white room, full of white dishes, & don't come back without shoes on your feet.
Love would be simplicity if two people need only want the same things. I want you to understand.
The paradox has sharp edges like all my broken dishes.
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"The promptings of the Holy Ghost will always be sufficient for our needs if we keep to the covenant path. Our path is uphill most days, but the help we receive for the climb is literally divine." --Elaine S. Dalton
Hiccups! It is so good to see you hear! I know you told me that poetry is a very emotional experience for you. Wow! Wow! Wow!
And the simple "How are you?" and responding fine. When I was doing very bad mentally and therapists and others would start out by saying, "How are you?" I think I would give the socially acceptable thouhts figuring that they know and wishing they wouldn't ask. If someone really wants to know how I am, they will ask more specific questions.
But I really am good at the moment. I did some major venting on a blog somewhere and hope that the adminstrators there don't mind. By the way, I go by Abby76 elsewhere in case you didn't know.
