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A Love No One Will Ever Know
Contributed by
chulysnacky
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Wednesday, 5th July 2006 @ 12:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
fictional
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Natural and soothing is what she is... so warm, tender and full of love. No one knows her great story and
not even will he who dares enter be let in. Her secrets are safe to her and all that she nurtures, for they aren't yet of age to speak. So calm when she sits, so calm when she thinks of all in the world, she has of the most maturity and patience. She is fearful of absolutely nothing for she feels that nothing stands in her way nor will it ever be able to.
Who but her can walk up straight with such posture that she almost doesn't even notice herself at times.
Not noticed to the world nor ever appreciated, but only to those whom she has loved and carried for miles.
She runs on empty half of the times, but still has the strength to succeed everytime without ever doubting, while yet all doubting her. Stability runs through her veins with peace and serenity to fullfill her every day and her every needs.
Although she is ever so peaceful, still no one ever recognizes her or appreciates who she really is.
Color is blind to her for she sees only shapes and knows not of what she sees at times. Timid, not scared, not affraid, but timid and full of life and so many other creatures from within flourish through her with love and joy.
She has never been discovered not even to her family... back when she did have family anyways.
She was never loved herself, so how is it that her knowledge of love is so natural and realistic. She feels with her tears and loves with her mind cause not having a heart makes it less harder inside. Feeling forever young while youths by her side, caring for a while and then having to share something so hard, but easier as she bores.
She tells not of her story cause she sees of no color and all of the world will judge her, so to rid her young from danger and hurt she keeps all those deep thoughts inside.
For so many years she has been known to most as "her" or the girl... little does everyone know that she is far from a girl, in fact she is not like any ordinary girl and never really was much of a girl growing up either.
To most she is known as mother and as powerful as the name mother is, is as powerful as her soul. She carries around with her much dignity, and holds her head up high, but no one can see this because its all inside.
She never really looks up unless duty calls cause she has to protect herself from all that may fall.
Mother lives to protect from all living things those that could hurt and those that could work. To her nothing was odd except people who hated her... for their hatred was simply unfair and more so because everyone wasn't aware of all of her tasks and in this is where she wore her mask. It is said that no one has really ever seen her eyes because she keeps them closed for no one to know what goes on inside her mind. The eyes are the window to the soul or so it has been said. She walks based on instincts of all her life one real strange thing is she's never been a wife. She never did Wedd..
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2006-07-05 00:35:00]
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Re: A Love No One Will Ever Know
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 5th July 2006 @ 02:03:23 AM AEST
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Wow!!!!
don't know what class this was but if u didn't make highest honers for this masterpeice then please send um to me.
Great write with much wisdom.
luv, huggs, smiles,
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Re: A Love No One Will Ever Know
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by mr_alleycat on
Saturday, 22nd December 2007 @ 08:23:51 PM AEST
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A very interesting read.
It leaves me wanting to know more about this mother who never was.
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