chemocallouses

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chemocallouses

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this madness has bound me
parts of me that i have buried
and hurried through these streets have resurfaced
and found me
         purchasing my fears and rain

further
there are parts of me that i didn't know survived
old sitings and seeings
old places and beings
that threaten the threading that holds me together
i am falling to pieces
i cannot rest and my bed is unmade
my weekends are weakened by my own mind
and i am afraid
but i must exist and live with them
i can't pray to god for i am still mad at him









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Tempestlady commented on chemocallouses

05-18-2012

Don't be angry, it is all as it is supposed to be, one day you will be able to understand why it had to be that way. May i say, a nice write, i also would say excersize, surround yourself with beauty and color and light. Explore the ghosts of the past and take away their power by seeing them for what they are now. Forgiveness, love, peace, serenity, and FUN. I wish all these for you. Write on...............Tempestlady

Crush

05/18/2012

thank you, lady that you for your support. you are such a percious.

cheronld commented on chemocallouses

05-16-2012

Its funny sometimes how our past comes back to haunt us at the most inopportune of times....things we thought were buried deep...seem to come from shallow graves....this seemed as if it was from an emotional place and therefore the impact was personal to any who read....I love the line were you speak of strength you didn't know you had or conquered unknowingly....many can and will relate to this write....and in doing so....you help those to look inner and see the their strength inside....Nicely done as usual my friend....Cher

Crush

05/29/2012

thank you, Cher. i appreciate everything you have brought to my world in the way of care and understanding.

BreeLove commented on chemocallouses

05-15-2012

Hey Boo...... I know its still fresh and ur angry and weakend, but plz take strength in knowing u r cared for and prayed for by many ! much luv n blessings to u, grt write btw , truly feel u in this piece, very heart felt and real!

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