Poem from the past

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You see these tears, and think me pathetic, call me weak. These tears are not formed from pity, not filled with sadness, not a sign of defeat. These tears were born from frustration, filled with fury, a sign of determination.

I dare you, call me weak again, and these downcast eyes of mine will rise and they will fix upon you and you shall see the restraint and resolve which they hold.

I dare you, call me pathetic again, and you will unleash the fierce fury contained within these tears, which will reign down upon you like no storm ever known.

I dare you, call me worthless again, and you will experience the immensity of my strength, and you be reduced to nothing.

I dare you, call me fragile again, and you shall know the true meaning of strength when you look into my eyes, and you will face the reality of the sad weakness that resides within yours.

I dare you, call me weak, just once more. And through my tears, my eyes will rise and fix upon yours.

I dare you.

(a poem from March, 2012… that I need to keep working on)

Published by Calypso

Just a wandering messy soul trying to navigate the distorted worlds of my mind, body, heart, soul and spirit. Sometimes by sight, sometimes by sounds, sometimes by feel, sometimes even by smell and taste.. and sometimes by all or none. I actually have no intention of “publishing” this or share with any need for acceptance, understanding, insight… Just getting it out. Just letting it come out. I experience and express life through words, the written word. Somehow the chaos of my mind is able to grab and sort the letters swirling around and place them in some order. And this is how I find … my distorted clarity.

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