Oh my God!
I can't believe what just happened! I mean truly—right now—as in—today!
I sat down, ready to write B.F.M. END part 2 when I heard something cRaSh! to the floor! Jumping up and dashing into the living room I was speechless to see that a huge piece of art (4'X4' square) had fallen off the wall to the floor!
After taking time to collect myself, I sat back down to write and here's what emerged from my mind:
Who's to say when two things, which seem solidly connected, like a painting to a wall, unexpectedly separate—suggesting that a process of growing apart has actually been taking place for quite some time. Reminds me of relationships, which seem solid on the surface while, in truth, a pair of interwoven hearts have been in the process of tearing apart.
So let's see—where was I? Oh yes ... I'd left you hanging on to the-voice-of-authority's rant when every boy and one girl sat, gawking in silence, still as statues, fingers gripping tightly to the edges of those benches, eyes glued to the apoplectic expression of fury, contorting the bus driver's face.
Though not a sound is uttered, tension palpates through the air as though everyone knows that within seconds, a time bomb, set to explode, will shatter the silence as fast as ragweed ignites a sneeze—and low and behold ...
Pandemonium busts loose; demonic braying of donkeys ricochets off ceiling, floor, windows and walls. And as hilarity rocks that bus back and forth, every nerve in my body feels spikes of anxiey stabbing straight through my forehead into my brain—rat-a-tat-rat-a-tat—thus imprinting my self image with the permanence of this tattoo:
Now it's the bus driver's turn to gawk in astonishment while his well-meant admonishments are trampled to death by the riotous uprising of this uncaged zoo. Upon firing off one last, flaring glare at his mutinous charges, the captain succumbs to defeat, sinks back into his seat, and as I accept my fate, our spirits go down with the ship.
Upon reflection, I imagine the frustration with which 'my friend' shoves the petal to the metal while making a beeline straight toward my house. And though my protector gets me home in record time ...
Imagine my anxiety skyrocketing beyond denial's ability to numb my pain...
Imagine my body pressing up against the wall of the van ...
Imagine my head pounding with the need to fly free and escape ...
Long before the bus driver pulls up to the curb and slams on the brakes ...
Imagine how this final disaster will portend for the future ...
Imagine me, now, decades later ...
Pounding emotion into my keyboard with a sense of yesterday's pressure
Imagine me desperate to leave that pack of laughing hyenas—
Who'd not stopped needling me for a second— ...
Imagine how those bullies heckle my sense of security if I gain one pound, today ... Jeez Louise ... someone save me from—my past!
Uhhhh—hold the phone ...
How easy it is to forget that ...
The only one who can free my psyche of pain is—ME!
Thank goodness I've learned to dive into the deep!
I can't believe what just happened! I mean truly—right now—as in—today!
I sat down, ready to write B.F.M. END part 2 when I heard something cRaSh! to the floor! Jumping up and dashing into the living room I was speechless to see that a huge piece of art (4'X4' square) had fallen off the wall to the floor!
After taking time to collect myself, I sat back down to write and here's what emerged from my mind:
Who's to say when two things, which seem solidly connected, like a painting to a wall, unexpectedly separate—suggesting that a process of growing apart has actually been taking place for quite some time. Reminds me of relationships, which seem solid on the surface while, in truth, a pair of interwoven hearts have been in the process of tearing apart.
So let's see—where was I? Oh yes ... I'd left you hanging on to the-voice-of-authority's rant when every boy and one girl sat, gawking in silence, still as statues, fingers gripping tightly to the edges of those benches, eyes glued to the apoplectic expression of fury, contorting the bus driver's face.
Though not a sound is uttered, tension palpates through the air as though everyone knows that within seconds, a time bomb, set to explode, will shatter the silence as fast as ragweed ignites a sneeze—and low and behold ...
Pandemonium busts loose; demonic braying of donkeys ricochets off ceiling, floor, windows and walls. And as hilarity rocks that bus back and forth, every nerve in my body feels spikes of anxiey stabbing straight through my forehead into my brain—rat-a-tat-rat-a-tat—thus imprinting my self image with the permanence of this tattoo:
LAUGHING STOCK! UGLY DUCKLING! OUTCAST! ANNIE THIS IS YOU!
Now it's the bus driver's turn to gawk in astonishment while his well-meant admonishments are trampled to death by the riotous uprising of this uncaged zoo. Upon firing off one last, flaring glare at his mutinous charges, the captain succumbs to defeat, sinks back into his seat, and as I accept my fate, our spirits go down with the ship.
Upon reflection, I imagine the frustration with which 'my friend' shoves the petal to the metal while making a beeline straight toward my house. And though my protector gets me home in record time ...
Imagine my anxiety skyrocketing beyond denial's ability to numb my pain...
Imagine my body pressing up against the wall of the van ...
Imagine my head pounding with the need to fly free and escape ...
Long before the bus driver pulls up to the curb and slams on the brakes ...
Imagine how this final disaster will portend for the future ...
Imagine me, now, decades later ...
Pounding emotion into my keyboard with a sense of yesterday's pressure
Imagine me desperate to leave that pack of laughing hyenas—
Who'd not stopped needling me for a second— ...
Imagine how those bullies heckle my sense of security if I gain one pound, today ... Jeez Louise ... someone save me from—my past!
Uhhhh—hold the phone ...
How easy it is to forget that ...
The only one who can free my psyche of pain is—ME!
Thank goodness I've learned to dive into the deep!
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