Carry My Shadow

To stop her tears flowing endlessly, remembering eleven years ago, a helpless injured body, beaten By her own hands, smashed her head on the wall, dripping a fountain of blood. That day, she hypnotized her spirit and soul Not to abandon her, but carry her wounded shadow To her doctor, lamenting for help. Her youth was evaporating, she needed to stabilize her elderly emotions, to stop living in the past, if not, her future, will never be lived. Cured Today. She did intercept to abolish Her melancholic delusional thoughts, and involve her dreams To wake up, project a beautiful ambiance. She did nourish her desire not to surrender, to the unhealthy society, but enjoy sharing the love To remain affectionate, even sentimental towards life. She will embark her thoughts To lift her compassion, imagination, and forgiveness, fascinate her existence with The will power, to fight to live. She will then, become strong, befriend her emotions, kindness and sensitiveness, all her loyalties, to allow her soul be occupied, with joy. She will feel the urge to Find a place in time to withdraw, dream how to replenish herself, Forbid her mind to remain ailing, and survive. She will then, live with a mission, become saturated with gratitude Being alive, in the present time. Therese Bacha