Don’t feel sorry for me
I am the perpetrator
of my destiny
The sculptor
of my soul
And solely responsible
for every hole
that remains
unfilled
My victimization ended
the day I rended
roots planted at my birth
and fled
I only wish
I had seen
that I was dead
inside
I’d learned to hide
to cower in fear
shackle myself
just to be near
another
Unwilling to see
any other course
But, those days are past
and I feel that
I am becoming uniquely me
healing the ravages of
parental manifest destiny
Don’t feel sorry for me
Instead, take my hand
smile wide
and let’s go on a magic ride
together
I wonder … how far will we fly?
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About Gillian Colbert
Gillian Colbert discovered writing later in life, but is now addicted to words, syllables and phrases. She loves books and stories of all shapes, sizes and genres, but most of all Gillian loves to write about people overcoming their insecurities and finding their mate. After all, risk and passion are what make life worth living.
In her spare time, Gillian is a mother and dog owner. Her two Pitbulls have proven to be a love story in and of themselves. Every day, their affection and bond grows and deepens. In truth, their deep canine affection with its angst, joy, play and encouragement is inspiration for Gillian. Everyone should love so purely.
I am so glad I found your words. Just beautiful! I want to sit and read and do nothing else. Thank you.
Thank you, I’m immensely flattered.
I concur. This is a beautiful, albeit sad piece. Very well written.
Thank you. I appreciate your taking time to read it.
Random drive by and read your piece. My hope for you springs eternal. take care.
cygnetlee
Hi Lee … It is good to see you. I’m doing well and I’ve not forgotten you. I hope things are good for you. Take care.
You know where to find me. Take care of yourself. : )
I do, and vice versa. Not sure I’ll make back over there anytime soon, but I enjoy hearing from you out in the real world.