Saturday, June 29, 2013

Me as a Wounded Creature


 Behind my smile, there’s a concealed scar. Behind my twinkling cheerful eyes, there’s a lucid crystal tears diffident to shed. Aside from my safe actions, there are words that are unspoken. For every word I utter, there’s a lot of missing piece I want to spell out. And for every work I have written, there’s so many experience I want to share. This is me, wounded as I am but I choose to be hushed in my safe zone for I believe, in silence, I find peace. I admit I am too enigmatic, defective, wounded with a deep cut, hardly breathing. I am just a simple person but have loads of imperfections. This is me, lass hiding from my shell just to avoid being in pain. I choose to be isolated just to feel protected. But aside from this facet of mine, I am an ordinary woman who also seeks for a blissful life. I am wishing someday, there is that someone who would accept me for what really I am, a man who would embrace my imperfections and lapses just to be with me. I cannot wrap the verity that I am definitely longing for someone’s presences that will make me feel complete. To be treated as an extraordinary and treasured by my love. Time passes by; I will still be rigid and wait uncomplainingly for a love that would long last, a love that would not say goodbye and haunt me ‘till eternity. An almost perfect love is all what I need. So odd I am thinking to have one, forgetting to ask myself, is there someone who would love me the way I wanted? I guess, too idealistic because only God could make me feel that way. Me as a wounded creature, feeling so lost yet wishing one thing, and that is absolute “happiness” so I will be whole.

2 comments:

  1. to be able to write is life's one great treasure. so keep writing Von :)

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    1. Wow! thank you for inspiring me to write ma'am! Yes, I will. :) God bless!

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