Facades

Some may say it is a facade, a wall against reality, away from disdainful eyes, that are my judge and jury. Is it hiding from myself or concealing my shame? Are the oaths fake when we both know? Nothing can deny the guilt or the pain of being me, it wasn't a choice I could make it's was a fact given me. In the battle for equal rites no one gave a solution how to change her opinion and gain mother's approval.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/17/2009 6:01:00 PM

A sad state for one not to have the approval of the most important person in their life. Sometimes we just have to accept ourself and go on to be who God intended one to be. I do love the writing and the wonderful wording that you use. Sara

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 6/25/2009 7:00:00 AM

Jem, It is good to be oneself and to control oneself. Self-control only comes when one knows oneself. Approval? We only need to find approval in our Heavenly Father's judgmental eyes. Your poem brings many thoughts to mind. It causes thinking. That is a good thing. Guilt, felt for broken promises, is painful to all envolved. What's the solution? Know thyself. And measure the importance of your descisions to yourself and to others- Then, choose your action>>> avoid guilt. LovinglyDane

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 5/9/2009 8:44:00 AM

There is no shame in being oneself. Perhaps, Mom never was able to be herself so she soured to life, I believe this was the case with my Mom. We loved each other anyway! light & Love