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At the request of a dear friend and reader, i am reposting this as a one shot fiction. i had posted this to my blog originally. This is a short poem i wrote about 6 years ago. i hope you enjoy it.
Diana
Longing
What i really want you to know,
is the real me.
not what's on the surface,
not just what you see.
You see my fear,
not what i fear,
you see me listen,
not what i hear,
you see me cry,
but, what brings the tear?
if you could only see me as i am.
I deal with my pain,
in different ways,
at different times,
on different days,
but never in indifference phase,
and you never see me as i am.
My truth and joy are hidden, yes,
if you would only try to guess,
who knows? it's just a little mess,
but you might like me as i am.
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Comments
thank you for sharing this as a story
it really moved me.
I hope...
...that I see you as you wish to be seen. Whom I do see is precious and dear.
Love, Andrea Lena
Oh, my.
Very well expressed there.
Maggie
a short poem... Longing
Poignant.
May Your Light Forever Shine
Marvelous and touching...
You certainly touched me... and spoke for me as well. We don't know each other but I see you in your words. What I see, I like a lot!
Thank you, Diana, for your eloquence,
Ole
We are each exactly as God made us. God does not make mistakes!
Gender rights are the new civil rights!
Thank you Diana
So soft,so sweet,such feeling from the lovely person who wrote these words.
ALISON
Longing...
Like I said to you before you went to bed, short and sweet (like me). I like it.
The first two parts (stanzas? Whatever you call them) reminded me of a song I hadn't heard in ages, and while I was trying to remember the artist's name, it came on the radio, which made me giggle my sleep-deprived ass off. Amanda Marshall - Everybody's got a story.
We all deal with pain and stress in different ways. Some can shrug off things that devastate others. But sometimes we can handle things at one time, and not at another. I know during my insomnia bouts, or when I'm depressed, my defenses are way down. Oh, and I ramble a lot.
Just a little mess. I SO empathize with that part. So glad I found someone who likes me as I am...
Lisa Dani,
Diana's Little Mess
Well done
Simple and moving.
I feel this myself and when I see things like this I feel a little less alone so thank you.
Illusions are easy, reality is hard.