Tuesday, November 27, 2012

580 1954 ANNIE AT ELEVEN YEARS OLD





                                                          1954  Annie in a photo booth ...
                                     Sometime after she'd begun to ride the bus to Hell ... I mean ...
                                                                     To Hebrew school
                                                      If this is news to you, please see story
                                             Beginning with Post 6, written on Feb. 26, 2011
                                                                  BULLY FOR ME
                                                 Then, read through series of posts entitled
                                                                       FIRST KISS
                                            Beginning with Post 58, written on May 17, 2011
                                            Though this photo shows Annie's lips turning up
                                                                   Creating small smile ...
                                                                Upon closer examination
                                                     Annie's eyes turn down, as though so sad
                                                    That no sparkle shines forth from within
                                        Since a true smile emanates from deep within the spirit ...
                                           A detective would nose around in search of sadness
                                                             Lurking behind a defensive wall
                                                   Which Mother Nature thought it best to erect
                                                                    In order to separate
                                      The conscious portion of this child's eleven year old mind ...
                                                          From the subconscious portion
                                                Where hidden pockets of forgotten memories
                                                  Will have remained locked in deep storage
                                                        Until such time as Annie, the adult
                                                       Has had reason to muster the courage
                                                      To penetrate the dark side of her mind
                                      Where, rummaging around, she'll retrieve forgotten details
                                                   In hopes that a bigger picture will emerge
                                   Showing why fear silenced one slice of her self confident voice
                                                               At the tender age of three
                                               Then, what if, upon mustering the courage
                                        To work toward retrieving other haunting memories
                                                                  Annie was to learn
                                           What caused another assertive slice of her voice
                                                               To be silenced by fear ...
                                                            BEFORE she turned eleven ...
                                   While we watch Annie recover silenced slices of her voice
                                      By retrieving memories too fearful for a child to bear
                                            Then perhaps, with insight into self awareness
                                                      We'll see how world class pleasers
                               Can take down defensive walls and expand perceptions, which ...
                                         Create narrow boundaries, limit comfort zones and
                                               Determine roles that they unwittingly adopt
                           As we watch Annie's views of life, love and self continue to develop
                                        We'll come to understand that Annie was scratching
                                To get deep enough under her skin to release undeserved guilt
                                                                    As you shall see
                                                Resolving inner conflict may be likened to
                              Retrieving the black box that resolves the cause of a serious crash
                                                And what, I ask, could feel more liberating
                                                  Than learning how to work consciously
                                                          At deepening peace of mind
                                                          By resolving inner conflicts
                              In ways that brighten the mind and lighten the spirit—at long last!

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