Our stories intertwine . . . overlap . . . run into each other, as we chase the dreams in our hearts; the longings of our souls.
As we share our stories, we find ourselves singing along to the same song; melodies of life and love; pain and suffering.
Words of truth reveal our shine and sparkle, and reflect that of others. I share my bits and pieces here, in hopes that others will recognize the shine within themselves, as the light reflects.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Demi and me. Not so different.
I read some quotes today
from Demi Moore
with which I could relate
She is afraid she'll come to discover
That she is truly not lovable
She has done many things
Including starving herself
Trying to make herself more attractive
She fears the loss of her youth and the attributes which made her famous
Demi is trapped in seeking "love"
Based on external factors
I've done this.
Starved myself in hopes of getting positive attention
Tried to change myself
To meet the perceived desires of others
I've believed I was only beautiful
If others said so
Most of my life
I've felt that if I was not observed . . .
If no one saw me doing something . . .
If no one looked at me
And liked what they saw . . .
I didn't really exist
I wasn't solid
My feeling, thoughts and actions
Meant nothing without a witness
To give them (me) value
I see this in Demi
I know how it feels
Lost . . Alone
Always craving more attention
But, it's never enough
It's the looking outside of self
Such an easy trap to fall into
Especially if you can manipulate people
Into giving you what you think want
I am losing masks
I am losing casings and molds
Which I have so often squeezed
As my inner Lynelle
Strengthens and grows
Layers of protective coverings
Crumble and fall away
Oh sweet delight
To be consistent - compatible
The facades I've taken on
The shapes within which I've been encased
The lovely masks . . .
They weren't me
I grow ever more congruous
Consistent through and through
When something is not compatible
With my true self;
If it does not bring peace and joy
It does not belong in or around me (or, I must learn a different way of perceiving what is)