Sad Crises

We still hide in closets nowadays each in our "own" way. Whether single or married we lose our expression of freedom to be -- to be -- simply an individual -- happy and free. We give that up so easily those of us from smaller countries as forward thinking is not in favor of our proclivity. It's difficult to break away when religion is the cornerstone of the family and we constantly hear the fire and brimstone sermons by those whose promise to God is to love and preach love above all. I feel your pain but offer you this writing-- this day, that I wrote when my trials broke down my walls of Jericho.

"This is my crisis"

As I opened the door
the brilliance of the sun seeped in.
The day had begun.

Plunged into the vastness
of the world outside,
I was lost.
Strange personalities seemed
to crowd me from all directions,
begging me to conform myself to
their own little world.
In fact, I sometimes was inclined.
But disillusioned eventually as I
never seemed to fit.

This monotonous apsect of life
kept on like this.
The day seemed to get longer
and longer. --And
Still I knew something was wrong.
I had not yet found my true indentity.

The sun went down,
the door re-emerged in my vision.
Night had encompassed the land
for the day was over.
And yet still --
life remained the same.

taken from the thoughts of DA