some thoughts...

obsurity

the beautiful pain that holds me gently
is calming. The sense of a candle softly lighting a room,
a peacefulness that cannot exactly be explained, only felt,
has been absorbed by my existence.

the pain soothes my sultry spirit,
my belief of inadequacy and disbelief of
my own familiarity of myself is the culprit.

where is the conclusion of my epic stand?
does this gentle noose tighten or loosen?
will I ever see the reflection of my vision, my desire?
will someone's love fill my emptiness?

for now pain is my only companion.

justam

This has the feeling you describe in it.
A quiet, sad, familiar kind of feeling.

One of the lines of text reminds me of something I heard years ago about a picture on a tarot card. The picture was of two people with chains around their necks. They felt like captives but the circles around their necks were really large enough to be lifted over their heads if they'd only think to do it.

Maybe your pain is more comfortable than trying to release it?

Yellow

this reminds me of Audioslave's I Am The Highway... it's that last question, "will someone's love fill me?"

and, if i were "love" i'd sing this song back to your words...

I am not your autumn moon
I am the night

^rubyinthedust^

I am a little misty-eyed from reading that... the words are quite powerful.

Very nice work.

Arthur Itis

are you sure you are only 7???

happy birthday.

catefrances

justam wrote:

Maybe your pain is more comfortable than trying to release it?

oh i hear that.
it's about trusting in yourself. not such an easy thing to do sometimes.