Christine Chas

Crying... - Poem by Christine Chas

Crying for the past thirty minutes. Why? I don't know. Life, death, love, friendships. These words have such a far deeper meaning to me than so many would think.
I am trying to see, what's lying in front of me. So I can see how to push it away. But it's untouchable, unfeelable, unreachable. But, what the hell? So am I, so is everything around me.
My eyes seek the person there, not the picture hiding it, not the face covering it up. Why can't nobody do that to me? Why can't they see through these eyes and into my soul? ...
So many questions needing to be answered. So many they cannot say, so many I cannot bear to hear. No communication. No light. I can't see anything.
I look at an empty face in the mirror, tears scribbled all over. Streaming down this terrified face, this feared up little girl hiding inside a fearless body. A body who hates itself, who's mad at the world for making everybody. Mad at God for creating a world with so many imperfections, but with so little happiness. Nothing to fulfill us with. No one to be love by.

-ended, on a later date with: But God loves us! -
(Grade 7,1999)

Comments about Crying... by Christine Chas

  • Milly Hunter (5/17/2006 10:41:00 PM)

    Gosh, for a moment I thought I was reading my own words for the first time. Most of our introspection, however, seems to come during transition from the worm into the butterfly; it’s all a painful process. At leas you didn't ask to go to hell, as I once did, to gain empathy for the relevancy of man's immortal soul. Life always seems better when compared to some that are not so rosy. So let me just say, your's sounds pretty nice (in comparison, that is) .

    An enlightening and thought provoking audit~!
    I think you'd rather relate to my favourite song, me singing with Celine Dion (her CD song: 'Love is all we need (best with Internet Explorer) '
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 19, 2006

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