She.

“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.”

—–T. S. Eliot—–

“She”, is a symbolic expression of my soul’s intonation of what is concealed and shielded within my shadowy depths. It’s the verbalization of my soul’s heartache, loss, undeniable love, unconventional introspection and capacious philosophies of the life I’ve lived, live and have yet to live. Have you ever asked oneself what your soul would scream if it could? You have to cognizance or regard your soul just as you would the GPS in your vehicle. Your soul is speaking to you; guiding and lighting the way to your ultimate destination. Don’t you think it’s time you listen intently on what its saying?

“She”

“She is patient. She is kind. She loves everyone unconditionally; family, friends and even foes. But, why does she do this? Is she a glutton for punishment? Does she want to save everyone? Does she want to save the “world” or just make it a more desirable place? She feels as though sometimes she has the wings of an angel that glisten when the sun hits them just so. As she stretches them out and attempts to soar, however, there’s something or someone possessing, claiming her…keeping her enslaved and shackled to an undeniable painful existence. But still, she is patient. She is kind. She loves everyone unconditionally; family, friends and even foes. Why does she do this? Because she is incomparable, distinct, eccentric, unequal to those she tries to affiliate herself with. She doesn’t quite belong here necessarily; she never really did. Her mind is a philosophical maze with hidden doors and undeniable complexities. She often worries no one will ever comprehend or even attempt to understand her. Her solace is her books, her art, her penning and the very few mysterious, unconventional, whimsical, idiosyncratic gifts of life that are bestowed upon her once in a great, great while. Some stay but often times…most leave. This saddens her a great deal but she paints a smile upon her face, quotes a famous or not so famous philosopher that probably she only knows of or admires and once again tries to spread her wings as the sun glistens upon them only to be chained to the ordinary, mundane existence she feels no kinship to. So, she is patient. She is kind. And, she loves everyone unconditionally; family, friends and even foes…”

~CherylLynn~

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