As an infant, I collected air as I grasped for a loving touch from a distant mother.
As a toddler, I collected silence as I sat alone on the floor with my toys.
As a young child, I collected knowledge unfit for one so young.
As a pre-teen, I collected betrayal unfit for anyone.
As a teenager, I collected forbidden love to rebel against the hypocrisy of those who had betrayed me.
As a young adult, I collected heart break as my soul was scarred beyond hope.
As a Vicenarian, I collected stability in attempt to redeem my scarred soul.
As an early Tricenarian, I collected miles as I ran away from the unhappiness that stability wrought.
Now, I collect love and laughter as my soul slowly heals and reaches towards hope.
Carol Bolden
Sorry to step into the teacher mode again after so many years, but I just had to say what a nice job you did with this. Each intangible you collected shows a hurt or yearning part of you and the last line, an acceptance and transcendence of what was. So glad there's so much hope these days!!!
April 8 at 3:18pm
Pete Futa
Mrs. Bolden: I don't mind you continuing to be my teacher. You were one of the key people to influence and support my angst riddled writings. I guess the angst isn't necessarily confined to high school prose.
April 8 at 3:42pm
George Gensler
The last line is my favorite. Never stop reaching or hoping! You're surrounded now by so many people who care for you that you won't have to reach too far or wait too long.
April 8 at 4:08pm
Crystal VanSickle Peters
Wow Lisa...That was incredible....Your childhood didn't sound happy to say the least...Time heals all wounds...Please know that you are loved by your brothers and sisters and family...I am blessed you are a part of my family and wished we lived closer so you could get to know us better and we could get to know you better.
April 8 at 4:18pm
Roderick Breem
April 9 at 9:45am
Well written. Experience can be a good teacher.
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