Hi all,I wrote this Prose the other day and I wanted to share it with you.
I call it looking through the window:
Looking through the window,
what do I see,people like you and me.
I see them but I cannot see through them.
But people see you and me.Our lives are as open as they will ever be.
For I am me still,but you are free,what people see,what I see,is not what I used to see,when looking through the window.
I wondered why I'd look through the window.For I had looked so many times before,and nothing had changed from the second,the day,the week,before.
But now I see that window was freedom for me,now when I look through the window I see your freedom to just be.
But what about me?,what do I see,I look through the window and I see people looking at me,wondering do I want to be free.
When I look through the window I still see the tree's the breeze running through its leaves,I see roof tops,the sun beating,encapsulating.
When I blink once,I blink twice,I actually see whatever I want to see.
I see me,a strong,beautiful woman,whose soul blows in the breeze to be seen.A woman of earth and seed,a woman of love and empathy.
So when you see me looking through the window,know that I am happy.
My family a little different,my love not what you may want to see,but please don't stare and mock me,for I am free and I am happy,for I am a woman of love and empathy.
Nature intended us to learn and love,to be strong,but she intended us to be free.
So when I look through the window I see you and me together setting your soul free.
Like Romeo and Juliet our love for ever growing.How strong we must be,how you must lift me and I you Marie,so that people can see what we have,the right to just be.
We come into this world naked and free,
I souls within waiting to learn as nature intended,some souls are free to be while others are trapped never to be what nature intended them to be.
Like cancer a silent,unwanted guest,so to is the trapped soul who is not free to be.
A body that moves,a body that feels pain,love and hurt,yet a body that encapsulates the soul that wants to be free.
Who am I to say you can't be free.
Penny
18/1/2008
