Sally’s Friend
Just another WordPress.com weblogArchive for November, 2005
in love
where to start?
there are so many words fluttering inside this head of mine lately and i wonder, really wonder, if i can manage to bring anything meaningful to light…
sooooo,
Something has happened…
some long dormant “female being” in me has been awakened
(and she cries a lot)
she has been so long kept under lock and key in some dark cellar far away from the sun
she is dancing now on sweet new grass
barefoot and lady-like
hair blowing in the wind
she even wears a flowing “girly” gown that flutters as she goes catching the sun in its folds
funny though,
she does not look like me exactly
she looks something like me but so much better
so much younger
(that’s not meant to be a jab at my age)
it is just that she is somehow timeless
ageless
beautiful
and free
my heart has been opened
but not torn open by the hands that held mine
(hands i miss terribly)
he pulled so gently
somewhat patiently
so tenderly
and it seems that a floodgate has been opened
(thus the incessant flow of tears)
but they are not all bad, these tears are not, they show me something deep and meaningful and
sweet
something that the other Tina seems to fear and hate and struggle against
(it is a loosing battle)
something that the new Tina savors if one can use that word so
something I am loving
something that makes my stomach jump
(like it does when i remember his arms, his voice, him)
its okay,
i’m okay
its just that suddenly I am a girl
and I am not ashamed of it.
(i felt a period was needed there for point)
anyway,
that’s enough
just had to say something about this amazing, awkward, wonderful thing.
Tina
finished
I am finished…
trapped and free and finished
but there are sweet moments in the struggle
and perhaps this
this
is what it was always meant to be
i was waiting impatiently for something so much sweeter
so perfect
so ready for me to live
but in that i missed so much living
so much sweetness
so much
glad for new days
and second, third and fourth chances…
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someday
I would like to tell you of the Fall here
the leaves turning
the trees beginning to show their frailty
the birds changing their waysbut I won’t
I would like to tell you of some change in me that causes me to comb my hair
put in ear rings
and send silly messages to a friend
but, again, i won’t
I will tell you that upon reading something in Matthew the other day
there was reminded in me
that He is coming back for us
that there is a place for us
being prepared
and as He said
if it were not so, He would have told us so
I love that feeling of both loss and hope that stirs in the chambers of my heart and soul when i remember and feel free again to believe that
He is coming back
and wanting Him so
does not make me sad
or weak
or pitiful
in the way that some might think
but that
His return and my deep longing for Him makes me strong
t-day
and hopeful for tomorrowso there are beautiful and strange changes all around me but one thing remains the same
my Savior comes back for me
for us
someday






