"But the child's sob in the silence curses deeper
Than the strong man in his wrath."
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Emotion
Her name is Emotion...a beautiful thoroughbred
horse,
whose back is much higher than my head. She is
100% 'emotion', thus her name. Her blood flows
with a mixture, that very occasionally includes a
slight sparkle of excitement, that almost puts a
glint in her eyes. But helplessness, aloneness,
woundedness, and bewilderment, often slow her
step and make her stumble. Once in a while, a ray
of sunshine hits just right, she is energized and
sprints a step or two, but then vulnerable steps in,
and makes her hide in the bushes. Just when
calmness starts to give her rest, rage takes over
and sends her flying accross the fields,
determined to destroy her rider. Bitterness, fear,
panic and hopelessness grip her heart, stop her
dead in her tracks; she does not know where to
turn. She stops, snorts out her rage and hate,
stomps her feet, and rolls in the dirt a bit. She gets
up, shaking herself off, then heads for the barn,
head hanging low, as the shame, doubt, isolation
and lonliness squeeze off her very breath.
Oh, once in a while, she prances with joy, for a
second or two. She feels the warmth of
acceptance and peace; these never seem to last
very long. You will even sometimes see a little
hope and confidence in her stride...oh, she is a
beauty, when this happens! She's one beautiful
beast, but driven by emotion; she earns her name
well! She runs and runs, seemingly never to tire;
these emotions are strong and endless in supply!
Through it all, I cling tightly to her back...up and
down, around and around, back and forth...it is an
endless road. I hang on tight, but I get so very
tired; sometimes I wonder, "can I hang on much
longer"? I cling to her back, unsure what to do.
Emotion just keeps on going, over hills, through
the valleys, leaping accross the streams, and
swimming the rivers. Oh, where will this lead?
One day, a dear friend gives me a hint; she grabs
hold of the reigns and tells me I really CAN get off.
It really is ok to get off her back, tie up those
reigns on some fence post, and walk away.
Emotion will be safe...can even tie her in the barn
out of the rain. I can just walk away, and rest
awhile. Oh, it does feel good to hand her, my
friend, the reigns..."tie her up, please"..."I will rest
awhile".
I did not know I could get off Emotions back, and
just not feel all that rough road for awhile. I did not
know that I needed a rest...a rest from all the
bumps in the road. It DOES feel good , even if just
for a little while...to leave Emotion tied, lay down
my head and just feel NOTHING! Emotion will be
THERE, when I am ready to ride again. I AM NOT
EMOTION! I can seperate...and I am ME. AND I
LIKE ME.
Cygnet 9-7-98
This Poem was written by a very dear
person. I am so proud to be able to call her
a friend. This poem gave me goose bumps the first
time I read it, and still does today. It says so
well what survivors go through.
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