Print It, 'Cause it's a Wrap!!

The internal sight of what is raw,

I cringe to know my life.

A freak am I?

I do think so.

Relief does not yet show.

Where is the beauty of Love?

What is it I am not knowing of?

Because I saw it all differently,

doesn't mean much of anything,

to anyone other than Me.

And, possibly You.

Thanks!!

An experiment at Three,

a wreck at Four,

used up by Five,

I was told,

"She wrote the script for your Life."

(My Mother that is)

Follow it;

"Live?"

Rebel,

"Die."

...a question not to have to have asked,

but to record in the confines of my memory.

Held in the closeness of Myself,

my mind afforded me this in detail.

Since I was small,

the threats remained veiled,

not like the Hooded Men in the East.

Know!!

I do.

At least some things are real.

Deny the kidnapping, I dare you!!

The story told so very well by you,

but not of late.

What happened?

I remember too.

I stored it all so carefully.

Away you go again.......

Sing a little song,

not very long,

Tulips, Tulips,

...now it's all gone.

~

The End

~ Script Done ~

Starring,

Yours Truly