 well hidden by neat clipped hedges of avoidance. terror flitting , darting pattern of escape. Exposure grasped in death grip, fist of Fear refusing to unclench discovery Thought garments. never a rag and tatter oh no head to toe vestments fully seamed and sewn shame. guilt. humiliation. self- hate, loathing of the blackest ilk hung on memories along Life's bar. removed from their wardrobe worn as under clothes where public occasion demands sweet ettiquette acceptable as fits the palette of lofty social tasters sipping wine they know not what they drink fugitive thoughts. the years grow more hedges secrets nest within them Ah ! but eggs hatch fledgelings feebly twitter try unfeathered wings not ready yet Fugitive thoughts watch closely maybe wings are better than my garments? ********* Goessoftly Retired Therapist (Permission for reprints is required)     | Goddess with Flaws | Remembering | ACCEPTANCE | LOOKING FOR ME | CHANGE | My SELF | LAST REQUEST | CON. HUMILIATED | Fugitive Thoughts | A WISH | To a Friend | Teetering | Pain | CHALLENGE | Groundwork; Could Be; Comfort | LOVE THE CHILD | YOU DO NOT KNOW ME | Contemplating Suicide | ON THE COUCH | Can you sit and do NOTHING ? | LOSS ( a friend) | The Emperor and Silence is a Vote | Two Poems | I MISS You,Friend | The Other Side | WHAT WILL THE ANSWER BE ? | One Small Tear | I Wish | | THE HEALING PROCESS | DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER | POETRY | Biographical Entries | THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE | STORIES FOR LITTLES (Pigmus and friends) | SEEDLING THOUGHTS TO WATER | | Return Home | Great Links | Sign/View Guestbook | |
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