This is an excerpt from a piece I wrote in 1996. I am aware that when I original wrote the full piece of Invading Dream it was meant to be a reflection of an external stimuli that was a powerful negative force in my life at that time. As I read it now, this small excerpt, I think it speaks to negative thought cycles and the power they can have.
I pour the waters of the future upon by bitter sorrow and I wait with jagged little pains for the dawning of tomorrow. Being alone with my thoughts is a dangerous thing and I cry softly to myself as I listen to a devil sweetly sing. With everything before me lying dormant at my back I laugh at the little things deep inside I know I lack. I paint a smile on my lips to cover what I hide inside my heart. I pray that smile will stay there so my tears will never start. As the world changes around me I find I cannot grow. Instead, I am holding on to the little things and I just can’t let go.
By Shari Marshall – posted in 2019