FurysEmbers
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A wise man said that something of value is hard to do. I am a slave. Still the road to being your slave or the slave of any other will be hard. I will have to change some things. I will have to go beyond my fear and my standards. To take another’s standards after 20+ years of my own is hard in and of itself. Being a slave I can’t do this alone. I need the strong hand of my Master to be my roots when it feels like I have thrown all mine away. Master would be my home, my strength, my heart, my roots, and my needs. Master would be my God, my world. I can truthfully see why some would never take that final step. Why they would turn away right at the end. Its funny that giving myself to my Master is like that of giving myself to the Lord. I am born again, not in my image of my world, but as my Master would have my world. I can see why those who have been the slave of one Master for so long to lose him would find themselves in a world without meaning. I think that the dance between a Master and his slave should be a long one. It should be a dance of love and respect. Silent tears Would the night cover me Cover my tears of farewell to everything As I begin anew The passion I have carried so long Finally bearing fruit Yet I wish to be covered No one would understand that I had given my soul to you That I am no more the daughter of my parents But the slave of my Master They have their sun Still they judge mine Such a pretty flower they say Yet they throw me to wilt away You didn’t You saw me when no one was looking Saw my agony at a sun With which I could not bloom Though my road to growth is marred with pain You took me You showed me that I was beautiful Just as I was Even if I craved the a sun of a different sort Its said and done with now The war Between the world and my soul So I sit in night Away from your shining God-kissed light And I cry Not with sadness of leaving But the joy of being found i wanted to post this and see what others think of my thoughts and my poem. i hope the night finds you all well. Namaste Kimberly
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Omnia mutantur, nihil interit. (Everything changes but nothing is truly lost.)
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