What a tangled web we weave..
When we practice to deceive..
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Years of making a name.. Years of proving she is worthy.. of respect.. of love.. of trust.. Not so easy to do.. When you come from dirt.. Not dirt of the e a r t h.. Dirt of the s o u l.. She feels like a walking cadaver.. A waste of human skin. But she tried.. Thought she had made it.. Two sons. Married fifteen years.. Baseball coach.. Nurse.. Sex Education counselor. Started a place to feed the homeless.. That grew and still runs strong.. Real estate agent.. For many years she was the rock,, The one everyone called with problens.. and pain.. She doesn't fail .. She refuses to.. So she only takes what she knows she can do. She has to prove she could do it all.. Not just to herself.. But others.. Who never believed.. Never cared.. Never loved anything about her. She put her past so far behind.. She did not want to think of where she came from.. No... She just wanted to forget and move on.. This was so wrong.. She didn't want to think of pain abuse abandonment loneliness.. White trash that is how she felt.. Then it all came back Like a tidal wave.. Knocking her off her feet.. Drowning her mind with memories.. Saturating her in pain.. Taking her. Making her see and feel .. like that child of long ago. The child with No hopes.. No dreams.. So she faced it.. And she changed. So she is told. Changed from the person she invented.. To a person she doesn't know.. She is so confused. She doesn't recognize this person she has become.. She only knows.. She HATES what she sees. She hates what she does.. She is a fake.. Deceit Lies She barely knows how she feels. She prays at times God will take her.. End her misery.. But she knows she is going to hell She is her own disappointment.. And has no one to blame But herself.
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Reviews of "Waste Of Human Skin"
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2003
There is deep sadness in your write and your eyes. Look again, an angel is looking back though the smile you are hiding.
A look in our mirror of self-reflection can be harsh. Looking deep into our past, we may only remember the bad, as I do. The resolve to look at the good sometimes will keep each of us going. The pain of the words above are clear.
Erica this is even more powerful than the first time I read it. You write with such deep knowledge and excellence, that should give you some satisfaction. I had a niece that I used to counsel, she was a dynamo very much like you kept herself so busy with other peoples problems helping them "face their faults" etc,but never her own. This is the way many avoid having to face the truth of their lives. You have done this too by what you say, only I know that you have faced what is truth. I have to wonder why you can't accept it and move on.You certainly have made a life for yourself. Do you think you have become a perfectionist where yourself is concerned? Are you expecting the impossible from yourself? there is no one on this earth that is perfect Erica we are all stained and hoping to make it to the heavenlies;-)All the best to you.You are worthy in God's eyes!
you put value in waste Erica. You certainly spotlighted yourself here. Thanks for showing me why I should learn to love myself even harder. love and cheers G
What a moving write this is. You have achieved so much with your hardwork and kindness. Please do not lose yourself as others might lose you. You have to always remember - You are a valuable person to many, and they need you.
God did not create any loser. We are born to win, and we can if we look to Him. Very deeply moving piece.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2003
BUT NOT THE WASTE OF A LOVELY LADY, God won't take you yet, you have so much to give, and have given, but sometimes one should let other give back, great honest write, stay strong, life turns!!
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Gary
o, what power and sadness in this write--graphic and disturbing--"waste of human skin"...BRAVA, dear poet, what imagery
well done
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla.
Excellent!
What a moving write this is. You have achieved so much with your hardwork and kindness. Please do not lose yourself as others might lose you. You have to always remember - You are a valuable person to many, and they need you.
((((( Hugs and Love )))))
Sandie Angel :o)