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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required MESSAGES ( PT One ) A Poem by Debbie_Philly THE MESSAGE The room is black, except for the faint glare of the TV in the background, something to make me feel safe in some small way. Hints of noise to drown out the silence-- such deafening silence, though not from within, there's always noise within. It's the kind of noise that keeps one awake until early dawn. No-- it's not the sound of the bathroom faucet running, that would be a more pleasant sound-- (but what to do about that running.) I slip into unconsciousness, an unintentional state of suspended animation , very welcomed-- despite my objections. Now the play begins. The unfolding of the conscious mind. What hides behind is much more revealing, the actors are stacked and the story is unfolding. Help in the telling comes from a unique source, buried deep in the mind? Maybe? I believe it to be much more spiritual in nature, supernatural in it's feel. Lucid are the colors, real are the people. They come from places unknown yet familiar. Some I know by name, some I love-- they are missed beyond words. They come with cryptic messages, with stories of treachery, lies and deceit , mapped out in vivid imagery of objects-- with meanings that I am not sure of. I would dismiss these things if... it were not for the repeated fashion of how they were told. An object here, a relic there, I don't understand the meaning of it all, at first. Are these apparitions conceptualized by own mind? NO! I know these dear ones, they love me, still-- even though they no longer roam with the living. There are too many signs to digest. I wait for morning. Sometimes I awake with a jolt, (always remembering what I dreamed in the haze of the pitch black night.) I piece the puzzle together-- bit by bit, I must decipher through the cobwebs of the mind with some clarity; a daunting but amusing task. I will heed these warnings, warnings that come to me in dreams-- and beyond. I Plan to embrace solidarity-- leave behind the flapping of malicious lips; cling to the gifts bestowed upon me through the handing off of the torch, which once shined so brightly in my loved ones soul. I will stay awake-- be aware of my surroundings, yet step over the boundaries I have set for myself. Meditate in solace while letting my essence flow through my pen onto white journal pages that waits for me... on my desk. By: Deborah Mills-Kelly
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