Joined: 01 Jan 1970
|Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2004 2:47 pm Post subject: Shapes by Indrix
|Something hidden, something lost,
Something stuck away in the dark.
Secrets that we do not wish to know about ourselves,
And wish that they'd been forgotten from the start.
The shapes we take to hide ourselves,
From our secrets from our pasts.
From those most hated parts we hold,
And will hold within until the last.
We do not wish to visit those places,
Where the darker versions of ourselves reside.
And with our shapes we change ourselves,
Into something else in which to hide.
But no matter how much we may twist or bend,
In our efforts to burn the bridges we have crossed.
The ones that stand between us and our secrets,
The bridges that we wish were so easily lost.
But despite our frustration and our desire,
Still those fragments of our darker sides remain,
And even when we change our shapes to appease them,
Those hidden fragments of ourselves remain.
And so we hide in our shapes, our prisons,
To affraid to change them, to go outside.
But the time comes when something beckons us,
That calls for us to no longer hide.
And so we peek out, withdrawing from the light,
For it is too bright and our eyes do burn.
But what beckons us is too great a prize to be forsaken,
And it is a prize that must be earned.
So I'll take that risk for the greater good,
Though the darker me calls and I am afraid.
But instead of hiding with in my shape,
I will face the changes that must be made.
The most beautiful picture is the one painted with words!