From the deep womb of my mind, she waited to emerge. Though I was oblivious to her actions, she seeped her way through. She was my conscious. She lost me in her words, a melody to my soul. Like a little bird, she perched nearby, and sang her thoughts till I made them my own. She made me strong when I was weak. She made me say, feel and do things which I thought was not possible. She was there for me when I was alone. Trapped. Forgotten. She knew all the right things to say. She eased my pain, my stress, and kept me sane. I've kept her to myself for so long. Now she has finally broken free. Her heart beats in my chest. Her blood flows through my veins. She is the darkest and lightest parts of me- or whatever is left of me. From her former shadows, she can finally tell you the words and emotions I dare not speak or share. Here are her stories...


Zipporah's Chronicles.



Friday, June 18, 2010

Happiness (un)Defined


I so much wish to understand happiness
The risks that come with it
The confused worry it brings
The uncertain fear of its departure
The mess it leaves behind
The temporary nature of it
The joy it creates in abundance
The love it makes me feel for myself...
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