by Terri Register

Created on: May 22, 2009

*Seashells*

Drifting into lost environments and sacred affairs,

Lost in perception and persuasion,

Vast in account and recognition of the knowledge of self ,

-long lost in the torment of this world

Who am I?

What significance is my presence in this life?

What is my experience to the rest of the world?

Do they care of my iniquity?

What do I have for the choosing?

I am who I am due to chance

-A chance at choice would be too much

Stigmatize me if you will,

I am not solely my choices nor am I my mistakes,

I am the outcome of all these things,

-that make up my complexity of self as a human

I have tried to escape you and your love,

But no successful attempts at a clean break

I know it was some sort of fate, or destiny that brought me to you,

How can I blame you or myself for this beautiful misfortune?

Just as the anticipated mighty thrust of the crashing wave that is headed toward me,

Your love is powerful, dangerous, and alarming

But, instead of taking refuge,

I find myself sinking into the sand,

the tide pulling me closer,

and I cannot move

So majestic, yet so malicious is the wave called love

Why can't I move?

Why am I still standing here after all this time hoping I will survive the wave?

I am stuck

Like the seashells

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