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Thursday, March 07, 2002 The last day.... Leaving Why do his eyes hold the power to pierce her soul? She told herself not to cry, she tried, but lost control In the midst of chatter, talk, laughter, all faded to blur And in the silent moment out of time it was just him and her Surrounded by a crowd, they were yet alone And as salty drops flew down her face She tried to imagine a life without him, a place Where the wall between them prevented the simplest But she had to leave His eyes, pleading, begged her to stay, don’t go, don’t leave me alone But she shut her eyes tightly and ripped out her own heart She couldn’t give in, his arms were no longer home And though her parents, their friends, couldn’t believe As much as she loved him, forever would not be theirs Accusations from horses, lack of support How could she speak the coveted words? But hers was wounded, bleeding, weeping too Her path the harder, frought with misunderstanding And verbal stones thrown—could she still be standing? But she had to leave An endless refrain bleats from those who should most help Second guessing can’t play the game nothing to do but yelp As the whip of each phrase leaves mental scars on her back Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, it is done in love For maturity, intelligence, discernment they say she lacks You will never find another like him again And all this for what? Some childish fantasies, dreams you hope to attain? Well, you’re not good enough, you don’t need training, the goal Is out of reach, out of sight, and with each passing role You will learn you can’t perform, but we’ll say you can write It’s safer, “more ambitious,” you’ll learn to sit still, don’t fight The only gift, the talent you can use—but you’re useless! Listen! We only want to help, and in her eyes the tears glisten Refusing to abandon their moist sanctuary be strong Don’t let the hurt show, don’t let them see how wrong Their reactions feel, how they make destroying her fragile serenity Seem like some sort of foolish game, and in the impending calamity All she can do is cry out to God please be with me Hold me safe from this storm of unrequested stares berating And the sea of unrequited desires, longings, just let me be Comforted, protected in your arms because I’m drowning And the merciless rain is overwhelming, it’s pounding Me into shattered glass, tattered threads I don’t want to live God, I need your strength, send all you can give She buries her weary, tired head into her waiting sleeve But she had to leave. ^ Top | 10:39 PM | | | 
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