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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Parts Of Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is one part of me that<br>Feels safe sometimes, that part of me<br>That doesn’t go outside of my front door and<br>Just stays home and listens to music playing and<br>Sings along softly to the tunes while<br>I paint my life’s story in vivid colors or<br>Write my testimony over and over again, though in different words every time-<br>My dream being that someday I shall be discovered<br>As the person I truly am-<br>That person who wants the world to know<br>That the path I have walked has been<br>Scattered with stones and branches of fallen trees-<br>And how I have bent over to collect those stones and<br>How I have kicked the branches aside- That person I truly am who<br>Is like a bird with broken wings but has found a way to fly-<br>Perhaps not high in the sky but flying, just the same or<br>Maybe as a deer with a broken leg who still can run, <br>Perhaps not at a galloping speed but running just the same-<br>There is a part of me that is terrified and has always been-<br>Terrified of the people in this world so vast and so threatening-<br>I have found myself a cave inside of which to hide and<br>Here I can sing, dance or just merely talk- I have pulled the curtains shut and as I <br>Whisper words as incoherent as they may be-<br>It hardly matters because no one is here to <br>Slight me or to interrupt my performance-<br>So many have often said how lonely I must be-<br>Living alone inside my shelter, though a safe place for me to hide-<br>Safe with the curtains drawn, windows shut and doors locked and chained-<br>This one part of me is none but victorious as<br>I call myself a survivor, having collected all of the stones and<br>Having kicked all of the branches on the paths I walk aside-<br>Happy to be here at home- singing and dancing-<br>I can laugh and run about here and sometimes when I step outside my sanctuary <br>If only for a moment and I could tell any passerby –<br>I am never alone, never lonely because<br>The whole world could disappear within a gust of wind- and<br>I am not alone in this world or never lonely only because-<br>Even if every person in this world would vanish, I shall always have myself-<br>The tunes I carry- the canvas upon which I majestically paint my life’s story-<br>And most of all- my dreams-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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