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The words I write are pieces of a long forgotten song
I have searched the world over seeking something that I have always carried within me
What is strength?
To draw from the well of my soul the energy to keep going forward
What is satisfaction?
Knowledge that this moment will never die.
I am on a carousel smiling
A moment of clarity where I remember who we were
I stretch my arms to the sky to embrace the sun
To show you that although I will never touch the sun
I can always reach
That is hope.
I am not incomplete without you
I deceived myself for so long thinking I wasn't whole
Thinking I wasn't worthy of love
I write, not because I'm sick but because it's like breathing
Words are forming on the horizon and I can feel Eurydice behind me
I was weak beaten by harsh desert winds
I had been exposed
My eyes
My brown eyes were closed
I was blind holding on to the doctrines of false prophets
Lost in a city of well wishers
I was a woman who didn't walk because she had always been told she couldn't
I slept for so long
I needed only your strength
I wanted only your love
In the end
I found my true self….waiting and wanting nothing
My skin is warm
My eyes reflect the light that is shining within
This is my covenant
That the void never needed filling
The void was always a void
Cocooned, I wanted to be safe from myself
I am an abstract individualist that wanted to conform
To a world that would still reject me
-Tichana Chipp (3rd i)
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"And the more you hit something hard, the more hardened it becomes--the stronger it becomes. And that's what's happened: I'm resilient." - Michael Jackson