[Hi Shadows,
It's very sad... So many bad things happen in the life... but people go thru allot but they are still themselves... Life can change them but they still possess that spirit of holding the little girls ... yes it is still in there only more experienced and more knowing... yes, there are things we don't want to know but don't be afraid... you can pick and choose what you want to make yours...
is your dad still alive? do you think he is visiting you spiritually... Sometimes my dad would visit me spiritually and give me TERRIBLE insomnia and I had to yell at him and tell him that maybe he didn't have a body right now but I did and this keeping me awake was doing me in!!! And to please stop keeping me awake... A nd you know what... he stopped.....
I think he'll know you love him...I think he always knew. Do you have any kids? quote=InTheShadows;2545365]Hi all,
I've known for a long time that my father was taken to prison when we were young. I don't know why the memory has suddenly resurfaced but it has. That fateful day when we were two years old, sitting on our daddy's lap while he read us a book. Police burst in guns drawn, took me off his lap, and took our daddy out of our lives for over twenty years. Somewhere inside me, I am still waiting by that window for him to come back and finish reading me that book. I can't quite make myself understand that he's not coming back. Even if 'he' the person comes back, he's not the same person who was taken away. But, I think that is a large part of our sleep issues.
That little girl doesn't want to go to sleep because she thinks if we go to sleep and he comes back while we're sleeping that he will think we don't love him or care anymore. Then he will leave and we'll never see him again. How do I convince that part of myself that it's okay to sleep, and that if he came back while we were sleeping he would kiss our forehead and sing softly to us enjoying the ability to watch over us again.
Any ideas??
Shady[/quote]
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THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FIST
by Margthemermaid
I'm just a woman
I can't fight back
But I took my lessons in kung-fu
And now I have no face too.
My beauty is now that of a man
But a woman is needed by those who took the punch
Maybe another fight will endear me fonder
To those who believe life is to wander.
I search for love and win a snarl
I lose the fight, and cannot win again
I am a condemned woman by all the men
"If she'd just let them rule her soul, she'd win!"
Each day, I wake to fight again
Then wrought upon by other men.
My bruises are truly past what I can bear
But each look another ravishing stare...
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