THE LETTER

Dear Heart,

I know that our love cannot be,
This forbidden love has no meaning to others, but to me it means the world.
How can I give you up?
We're miles apart,
This empty feeling and The telephone conversations keep me cold at night. When I need you I close my eyes,
I'm blind to the world but there you are in the depths of my mind.
I feel love and my heart dies slowly.
The heartbeat is fading away with each word that is said.
I feel my fingers and remember running them through your hair as a child. How do you get over something that never began?
I know our love cannot be,
This forbidden love has no meaning to others, but to me it means the world
You and I united for life and parted by circumstances

LOVE

Undress me slowly,

caress me gently,

entice me roughly, and

love me unconditionally.

WHY

I fell a long time ago, not realizing that the impact was permanent.

I, so young and naive, and just like every child thinking that the worst was never to come.

It hid in the depths of my soul, lurking, taunting me, and I, not aware of how strong it was, paid any attention. I refused to see it, I refused to search for it and now it is here staring right at me, what am I to do? I question myself but have no answers to give, the pain so fresh in the mind and yet I thought forgotten. WHY???

So here I am looking back at the wounds inflicted upon and can’t help but wonder has someone else fallen and if so, how deep are their wounds?

RESTLESS AND DISTRESS

Trying to cope with all the negativity that surrounds me not only puts a damper on my mood but it also taints the heart and mind.

I am counting my blessing and thanking the heavens above; I have you in my life, to guide me in the right direction, to clear my thoughts from all of the evil that I see.

This is going to either break me or make me a stronger person and I truly believe that I am a strong person.

I live in a world in which perfection does not exist, we are all bound to make mistakes, some greater than others.

I could both learn and accept the fact that we all hurt; deep inside, we all deal with different form of distress.

I will make the most of what I have encountered, and rather than run from it I will accept it for what it is, another test in my chapter.

I believe that only I hold the ending to my story, I am my own author the ending to my story will be mine to decide, and I love happy endings.

LOVE ME OR HATE ME

I love to write; I have a great passion for writing, it eases my mind, my heart and cleanses my soul. I would like to share with you a little piece of me, a side that only a few of you have seen.

It is not easy for me to open my heart to any one, I have been hurt and betrayed so many times by those who I love and trusted blindly. I always tend to have my guard up, walls higher than a sky scrapper. If you don’t know my struggles, you won’t know my life, if you don’t understand the reason for my tears; you will never understand my pain.

I am a survivor; I have fought so many wars within myself, life, and at the end of it all, I was the winner. I see things clearer now and understand that not every one shares my views in life.

People can choose to like me or choose to hate me, never the less my life will go on; whether it is with you or without you.

The choices I make, will have an impact on my life, the decisions I make can influence the outcome of my future. With every step I make, I will build on my life story; with every step backwards I will suffer my history twice.

I walk among the living; yet, half of the people that I encounter are dead inside.

They lack of many things; self respect honesty and most important they lack of love.

I have realized that with every good intention there are bad ones. You can love him/her today and tomorrow despise them.

I have a higher authority, which has guided me through the worst storms. I have learned that I cannot live life dwelling on ignorance, hoping that one day people would just accept the fact, that life is in fact a gift. Maybe then will I see a better future for my family, for my friends, for all of us?

Maybe then I will put my pen and paper away, maybe not, who knows. Life is a mystery, a novel on its own.