MinimondoT

I've been out of the loop for a while, congrats you guys =0)

Mini accepts the refreshments with a smile and, upon shedding

her cloak of feathers, takes her human form and a seat.

“Thanks Tanny. It feels good to be exploring the Pen, even if it does take a bit of effort."

Mini smiles again, "Any place you think I should see I am sure I will love. Just say when and where and I will try to make it. For right now I'll probably hang out around here, see what there is to see, discover what's right in front of my beak."

Enjoying the refreshments Tanny brought, Mini waits...

Finding purchase on the Walls of the Pen, she slowly looks around. Nigh a year and a half and she has never ventured from the Banquet Room. Small but winged she has always had a way to roam, but… never the courage. Courage still eluding her, she yearns to escape. To see and be seen. To stretch her wings and fly. That is her dream. She has watched as others strode confidently through the halls of the Pen, and yet no matter her yearning to follow, she could not take that first step.

Now holding to the Walls of the Pen as though for dear life, she takes a breath…and leaps. Oh, to soar high above the Pen, viewing in full what before she only dared peek at. Flying high she sees it all. There! The Cabaret Room; and there, the Assembly Room. The Conservatory, the Library. What’s this? A Recruiter’s Office? A place unseen, yet always there. How could she have missed it, so close to her home? Beyond she hears the many languages of The Café and The European Classics, but she cannot go beyond the Recruiter’s Office.

As her wings tire, she must decide. Home? or Somewhere New? She longs to go rest, to find purchase on The Walls once again, but she knows that she must not. That first leap was one she did not know she would take and one she was not certain she could take again. Inside, her heart is torn. Home…Somewhere New…Home.... New…. Her eyes are drawn by the life she feels around her, and yet her heart, her soul, is pulled to that place she so often did not see. Inside she feels life, new, uncertain as she. Oh to have the courage…

Too tired to continue, her first flight at its end, she turns to go home. Perhaps another time, another day. Home, the Banquet room…but…wait, she has grown. No longer is the Banquet room such a cozy fit. Once perfect, now not so. She must fly again, for in her flight she grew. At first uncertain she realizes, that place that called before is calling again. Again a leap, less hesitant than the first, she glides, and then dives. Straight to the Recruiter’s Office. A new place. A new dream. Not a new home, but one small step towards striding alongside those of the Pen. That’s right, not behind them, not to follow. Her dream, like herself, has grown. No longer does she wish to follow. No, she will soar, she will stride, and one day, she will lead.

No, the number has no significane other than it is a string of 8 digits in binary. :-) If you must know it's the number 105.

 

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Rev, I do like you suggestion, though I think that I still would rather have the last two lines seperated. When I started writing it I didn't know how it would end, and that just fits more with the feeling behind it.

A year ago I heard his voice

A year ago I cried

A year ago eight simple words…

A year ago I died

A lifetime full of memories,

eight words and they were changed

no longer full of happiness

only full of Pain.

He took my heart and broke it

Our life he threw away

His promise of forever

Ended on that day

A brave face, I tried to show the world

when his words I heard

Yet, Bravery I did not have

only Tears

only Pain

A year ago he called me

A year ago today…

Thank you all for your hugs =0) and *hugs* back. Though it was a year ago, I am doing fine and have a new "he" =0), but you know how memories can creep up on you. Glad you liked the poem. I wasn't sure about a couple of places but as I reread it I think it works.

To share one's pain with friends is to dampen the pain with love and joy.

Thank you all

A year ago I heard his voice

A year ago I cried

A year ago eight simple words…

A year ago I died

A lifetime full of memories,

eight words and they were changed

no longer full of happiness

only full of Pain.

He took my heart and broke it

Our life he threw away

His promise of forever

Ended on that day

A brave face I tried to show the world

when his words I heard

Bravery I did not have

only Tears

only Pain

A year ago he called me

A year ago today…

I want out of this life

Even for a minute

I want to leave behind

All that is me

I want out of this life

Just to take a break

I need out of this life

Just for a minute

To leave behind the expectations

To leave behind the work

To leave behind the people

What a time that’d be

To step out of this life

To just not be me

What a nice thing to do

What a break that would be

I need out…

To Forget…

We do it every day

We forget where our drinks are,

our glasses, our books.

We forget birthdays and deadlines.

We forget anniversaries and arrival times.

We students inevitably “forget” homework.

But to forget on cue?

That is the trick

To forget what you want to forget.

A challenge.

The more you try, the more you fail.

The memories you try to block out come flooding back

A touch, a glance

A secret shared

It hurts to remember.

But it is a gift,

and that is what to remember.

Your memories are your life.

Your personal scrapbook that only you can see.

You can share them with others, but no one will ever see them as you do.

It hurts

yes

it hurts

But one day it won’t hurt so much.

And then you’ll be glad you can remember.

because then you can remember and be happy

And be happy because you can remember.

thought I would try my hand at this <sheepish grin> though I know I'm not even close to some of the ones here. you guys are awsome

Many don't know

If only they did

Not one word but many

Inside she has hid.

Many her poems

On paper unwritten

Now lost as

Dust

On the winds of

Time.

A girl and her diary,

classic,

picturesque.

Her stories, though, each her own.

Each girl and each diary a snowflake,

shaped by the events that all together are hers alone.

I am such a girl with such a diary.

I am 19 and I am changed.

A book received, as a birthday gift became a friend and confidant

Also more, it became a mirror, a reflection of me

Of who I was and who I am now.

The girl in my diary is part of me,

But she who started it has aged and learned.

She has learned and loved.

She has lost love, and learned to love again.

She has met new people and experienced new things.

She has been changed.

The pages of her diary ring with her laughter

and shrink from her tears.

There are words that she remembers little

and others that will forever be in her heart.

In two years so much has been written,

So much had changed.

Two years

so long

Two years

so short.

The entries long and short as well,

Some day by day, others with months in between,

Tell a tale of the girl who wrote them

Tell a tale even I have missed

I who is she

She who wrote

I was 17

I am 19

I am changed.