Real Conflict
By Lisann
Real Conflict Being real Brings conflict. How can that be? Oh yes~ For years, I avoided it By hiding the real me. Acceptance was my incentive Which meant Being nice and orderly, Keeping myself in what others projected Meant peace, and my being Part of a "family". So~ Now I find my false self, Can't nourish my dying soul.... Keeping the real me hidden in safety Has through the years... Taken its toll. For my full self to survive My heart again to open wide, I will have to trust my withered self, From the pain and knowledge..... I can no longer hide. With the courage and the strength That has helped me through the years.... I can take my inner childs hand And together.... We can now shed our tears. With each other we can join Our love of life And strength of survival.... And face the world as an important part.... Rather than an unwanted rival. Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 01:39 PM PST 0 • 10
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