Glass Figurine (Ficlet)
Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2005 5:53 pm
Glass Figurine
Lady Casper
G-Pg (it all depends on how it?s looked at)
(Obviously if I posted it here, it deals with Heero or Relena but this time it's dealing with Relena and her obligations or pressure. Enjoy ~_^)
I hate to feel pain but otherwise I will feel nothing at all. That is what I keep telling myself after each and every time I turn and see another face. Yet another heartbreak with tears running down their face. I almost feel guilty wishing it weren?t the mirror I was looking at and instead just another person?s face. But no, this is my face, my pains and woos that pass me every time I step into a new day light from my bed.
Taking my next step I shatter into a piece of glass. Shattered and torn into pieces. I no longer stay whole. Instead I lean back and wonder how I will put myself together again. Surely once I?ve had enough of the pain I will turn on it and bring myself into the pleasure of life. Pain is what controls me. I must rid myself of this existing pain. I take another?s grief and place it as my own so they will not have to bear it.
When will I be able to place mine on someone else?s shoulders? No, I don?t want such a thing to happen to a person but in the selfish moments that overlap my strength I imagine running wild and free with no worries trapping and immobilizing me from being?me.
I won?t take another?s responsibility as my own. I will no longer look down on myself and pity. I will smile and take in the bright morning rays and fall fast asleep to the hushing turns of the night wind.
The time to change hasn?t yet passed me but I will sit and wait for it. Counting as the days go by me. I want freedom from my chains and shackles. I desire to be in love with myself without looking all the negative things that surround me. I will not lie, I love my job but a job should not be a punishment. Agony and despair should not follow day in and day out as I leave and enter for work.
I wish to be free. Free as a bird spreads the wings above its head for its first take off of the day.
I want. Need. I desire and worship the day it will come. The day the shattered girl becomes the woman figurine dancing free with a heart filled desire that has finally been promised.
*~*Fin*~*
Lady Casper
G-Pg (it all depends on how it?s looked at)
(Obviously if I posted it here, it deals with Heero or Relena but this time it's dealing with Relena and her obligations or pressure. Enjoy ~_^)
I hate to feel pain but otherwise I will feel nothing at all. That is what I keep telling myself after each and every time I turn and see another face. Yet another heartbreak with tears running down their face. I almost feel guilty wishing it weren?t the mirror I was looking at and instead just another person?s face. But no, this is my face, my pains and woos that pass me every time I step into a new day light from my bed.
Taking my next step I shatter into a piece of glass. Shattered and torn into pieces. I no longer stay whole. Instead I lean back and wonder how I will put myself together again. Surely once I?ve had enough of the pain I will turn on it and bring myself into the pleasure of life. Pain is what controls me. I must rid myself of this existing pain. I take another?s grief and place it as my own so they will not have to bear it.
When will I be able to place mine on someone else?s shoulders? No, I don?t want such a thing to happen to a person but in the selfish moments that overlap my strength I imagine running wild and free with no worries trapping and immobilizing me from being?me.
I won?t take another?s responsibility as my own. I will no longer look down on myself and pity. I will smile and take in the bright morning rays and fall fast asleep to the hushing turns of the night wind.
The time to change hasn?t yet passed me but I will sit and wait for it. Counting as the days go by me. I want freedom from my chains and shackles. I desire to be in love with myself without looking all the negative things that surround me. I will not lie, I love my job but a job should not be a punishment. Agony and despair should not follow day in and day out as I leave and enter for work.
I wish to be free. Free as a bird spreads the wings above its head for its first take off of the day.
I want. Need. I desire and worship the day it will come. The day the shattered girl becomes the woman figurine dancing free with a heart filled desire that has finally been promised.
*~*Fin*~*
