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What about me

Was I what you thought at all

Did I live up to your fantasy

Did I step up to the call

 

What about you

Are you done with me at last

Have I used up your imagining

Your dream of what is past

 

What about us

Have you really seen me yet

Aren’t I someone after all

You never really met

 

What about us

What about us

What about us

 

What about me

Are you ready to let go

Can I wear my true colors now

Can I let my feelings show

 

What about you

Is this all that you have left

Editing realities

That brought us to this edge

 

What about this

Can I just be me again

Can you let me have my happiness

Can you just let us end

 

And what about us

What about us

What about us

 

What about me

Am I more than what you say

Can I tell my own story

Can I write it my own way

 

And what about you

You have your book of dreams

Are you rewriting this chapter

To make it fit the scene

 

What about it

Can I just be me again

Can you let me have my happiness

Can you just let it end

 

What about it

What about us

What about us

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Today. Begin.

Everything

You’ve worked for

Imagined

Dreamt

Longed after

Mourned

 

Today. Now.

Whatever

You had pictured

Envisioned

Slept on

Chased after

Sorrowed for

 

This day. Stop.

Whoever

You’ve projected

Pretended

Posed as

Run from

Scorned

 

Today. Just live.

What are you still running from?

Waiting for?

This is not a test.

You will not be graded.

 

 Just be.

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okay, kalei, try this and think about it a bit:

every day, take a moment to breathe very deeply. and then reach deep down into yourself- that part of you, you love about you, and just be there for a few moments. every day. deep, loving breathes welling up from the deepest, loveliest, sweetest, strongest, part of you. picture your heart center as the center of your favorite succulent or other flower/plant/tree reaching down into the soil and out into the sky.

every day, breathe your beauty out into the world.

it is an endless supply.

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Maggie,

 

Interesting question to my own question, and I’ll to answer it.


What is it that I would like people to see?
I guess just me. Not dry, stressed out skin, or makeup, all though I have no problem with make up. I just don’t like it much when it’s what you see when you look at a person.

And I have not adjusted to “aging” where my looks are concerned. It’s shocking to watch them change, even slowly, and wonder, “Who will I become?” Maybe it’s even harder when one somehow bypasses so many of the signs of aging, for so long. It’s been this way for me.


What do I want them to see?.… You have me thinking hard now, Maggie, about what THAT question means.


Maybe that’s the answer, for me to think about; what I want people to see…and why it matters to me.

What I have always had a hard time with where my face is concerned is this: always, my every emotion has played out there in high relief. I don’t do deadpan.

It makes me feel very “un-private”, all though I am not, by nature. It makes me want to withdraw from humanity when I am not feeling well, because it makes me feel too vulnerable. It makes me not look as well as I’d like, when I am sad or disturbed. I can, to some degree, consciously control this, but with great effort only, and then only when I am feeling strong.
Hmm….I wasn’t expecting the question, or my own answer.
There is no moisturizer or make up for that “skin” condition. LOL.


What do you think of that?
Is it a bad thing? I would not rather have a robot face; I just wish it were not quite such a conduit for my feelings…

My skin.

I don’t mind when I am around people who are fine with however I happen to be, feel, appear at any given moment. It is difficult when working, say, with the public, or around people who are uncomfortable with what they perceive as “weakness”. It’s also bad when encountering people who are um…. predatory in nature. Hard to protect myself. They tend to home in on anyone who wears their emotions on their sleeve.
Interesting question, Maggie—you’ve made me think. Such a simple question, yet so much to answer.

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You escape

Her becoming real

You take

Her image with you

Packing sparely

Your traveling show

 

Barker

Illusionist

Sideshow

Freak

Lion

Tamer

Acrobat

Master

Geek

 

Once more

Performing

The Greatest Show on Earth

Sailing overhead

In daring feats of skill

Hoping you don’t fall

Hoping you do

 

Always finding another

Willing to risk all

For promised glory

With more at stake

Than you

Trusting

In your grip

With faith

Your senses won’t fail

 

Safe in your arms

And reassuring words

They fly

A thrilling moment

Suspended

 

Space and time

Dismissed

Mere notions

Easily seen through

They believe then

What they see

And they fall

Over you

 

You escape

Them becoming real

Take care, their pictures with you

Pack them squarely

In your traveling show

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I used to be

like I used to be

the way I used

to be the way

it used to be

the one I used

to be I used to be

I’m not at all

just the way

she used to be the one you used

you used

to be

I used to be

the way it used to be

 

anger threads breathe in

vapor streams

smoke the life in my cigarette

powered by nothing more than rage

and grief

my lungs scream hungry

my flesh a handsome husk

puffs away at emptiness

flowering with the depth

of my need

to see less of everything

to feel more than I can feel

blindness death a kind of freedom

drinking in the allure

what I used to be what I used

I used to breath

 

I’m not the way

I’m not the same

I’m not the one you need

I’m not the same

I fade away

I’m not the way I seem

 

I used to be I used to be

I’m not the way

you used to be you used to be

I’m not

the one you used I’m not at all

the way I used

to be

she used to be the one you used

you used

to be

I used

the way it used

to be

 

sad smile grins the day into

gray sky high noon failing

darkness falls like dusk come down

too early-late

I’d stay right here and smoke and sigh

the thready lines of vacancy

breathed in breathed out

I’d stay with the rest of you

but my mistakes take in the best of you

my last retake still comes up blurred

I’m not the same I’m not it’s not

the truth

is just the truth I used

to be

 

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