New Face

So I revamped the page. After I realized I know absolutely nothing about myself.

I wanted to think of myself as an iceberg. I have so much underneath the surface that no one ever sees, not even myself.

I have cracks and flaws...ships have run into me. I have pieces missing...from the parts I have lost.

I am harsh and cold to touch. I will leave you with a burn. Some venture close but few can handle it. I have hurt many through the guarding of ice around me.

I am a mass of coldness just waiting in the still quite water. A mask of tranquility for the quite beast from underneath.

Icebergs do not have dreams. They do not think of fairy tales and green fields. In fact, they do not think at all. They are a mindless slab of ice.

I do not have dreams. I do not think of fairy tales and green fields. When I think, I am wrong.

And this is the abysmal part of me, the evil that lurks beneath the surface.

Like a glacier I have drifted away from the one I love.

Comments

Anonymous said…
It's good to see you writing again. :)

Queen Mother :)
firebirdsinger said…
Lovey, try not to be too hard on yourself. Yes, we are all desperately wicked. But it is the hope of fairy tales and green lands that brings the warmth to the ice. Cannot cold and heat bring our thoughts to God equally? Seek to be better, but don't disregard all the good things about yourself. That's something I struggle with myself. Just know that I'm praying for you.
Halcyon said…
Abysmal: immeasurably deep or great
Happy: delighted, pleased, or glad
Iceberg: that whose true greatness is hidden from view

I think that fits you perfectly, Jess.
8^)
Thanks guys...

Its been a hard time. I am fine just a little confused. I love all of you very dearly!

Queen Mother: Thank you for being a mother to every wandering child you meet.

Katie: I love and miss you. I feel warmer just reading your words of green lands.

Jon: :) Thank you.

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