Love Is The BeginningTue, March 31, 2009 - 5:47 AM
And through a crack in the wall..
my nemesis observes the scene.
His face changes as my mood changes.
A murderer, a sadist, a thief, a rapist.
When everybody is asleep.
I sneak into his room.
The monster is asleep.
I grab a knife from my belt.
And I stab it in his forehead.
He is not dead yet.
He opens his eyes and looks at me.
I hear him think.
"I'll remember this, I am still here.
I'll get you..
I'll chase you and I'll catch you.
Then I'll rape you and I'll kill you."
I leave the room and close the door behind me.
I need to run away, I need to leave this place..
I'm running for lift-off.
Running from rape and chaos.
Feelings of fear and incompetence.
For what the world expects of me.
For not being part of it's broken dream.
...I realise that it is me who is dreaming.
And it is my broken dream that needs healing.
And my running turns into strolling.
Looking the monsters in their eyes.
They can't hurt me, I created them..
The growling rabid dogs turn into puppies.
Licking my palms.
And flying turns into floating..
From treetop to treetop.
Watching people and houses from above.
I need to remember, need to remember.
I am not incompetent, only different.
Walking in my own pace, my own peace.
Not running anymore from false identity.
The pieces come together.
The puzzle is complete.
But held together.
By knowing, not thinking.
That love is the beginning.
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