In My Corner...

IN MY CORNER... ;';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';' In my corner   I shall lay;       'til the stalker         comes my way. In my corner   they have found;       blades and blood         all profound. In my corner   no one prays;       no more nights,         no more days. In my corner   they shall yell;       gasping breaths         straight from hell. In my corner   they shall see;       the edges sharp         so close to me.                       Written By: Selene Snapp   ~1987~ ;';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';';' Author's Note: It was a very lonely time and place for me. It seemed that whatever happened to me, happened a thousand times; and with each time it affected me more. My Aura was cracking; shedding color; a dimming glow. What was I to do, but write how I felt. It seemed that it was much easier to read my parents the nicer poems, because if I read them this kind; too many unnecessary questions would come up. Sometimes we are just supposed to listen to the words, and hear the meaning, and live the healing. So many times people want to analyze and take apart a work of art for fear that it may lead to something… well for me that just causes some anxiety within me. Do not question my words just hear them. Tell me what it means to you. Don’t tell me what it means to me. I set me free…. Thank you...1987, I hope you enjoyed the ramblings of my mind... Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 03:26 AM PST   0 • 9