- Robert Fulghum
What has taken over her
Friday, August 10, 2007It ain't no secret.
I talk of metaphors, of contradictions, and of complex things.
Meaning.
That.
Is.
All I am.
Missing.
and
You.
She's crying in the center of a circle she made with her own blood. Though she weeps, she feels safe inside it. The night tears her heart with the silence abruptly blessed on the solid ground she's on. Morose and cynical, she hums her heart song. To you. Can you hear?
How is she suppose to know? Did she felt she miss a chance of real love? No. and. Yes. With you. and. With him. She's been told and pushed away and wanted and bothered. She got shut down. She lost count already. 1.. 2.. a dozen more times in her lifetime. and she's prepared to take in more.
Let her be. Wonderful as she may seem, the smile she puts on for you and you and you.. deep inside, a voice tells her that she has to prove yet her worth. All of her time is offered just to affirm herself and others that she is good enough.
She is good enough. Tell her that. She is.
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