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The Echoes of My Fractured Soul

 





My heart calls out to me from the depths of my soul.

An echo that stretches beyond the endless ocean's hold.

What does this voice yearn for? A presence…

A feminine soul, able to embrace my fractured self, healing me whole.

 

Someone who perceives all of my facets, not as flaws

But as vibrant streams of light that extend beyond transient laws.

I seek a soul that remains, resonating with the depth of my being.

Not a passerby who turns their face away from the storm of my pain.

 

I wish to be embraced by those who see my light.

I want to be with those who perceive my plight,

Let them see the shadows I have walked through,

For I am so much more than the reflection I let others view.

 

I yearn for those who feel no urge to alter the rhythm of my heart.

But instead, let my nature unfold, before the world imposes its part.

It is through my trials that I shape my view of this world,

And in stories, the deepest of truths unfurl.

 

I call out to those with open hearts –

I carry a depth, deeper than oceans chart.

Kindness, love and compassion nurture my aching heart.

For these are the forces that keep me from falling apart.

 

-        - Paradox


A Necessary Translation.

I need a feminine presence, a human being or a metaphysical being…
Someone capable of receiving my current version without prejudice and judgment. I need that feminine to have a heart brave enough not to abandon me when I share my struggles.

I need someone who can see all of my fractured parts as valid and unique modes of expression, not a mere contradiction to some restricting collective benchmark.

I want to be surrounded by those who are never miserly in appreciating and applauding my best aspects—those capable of seeing the light within me. I want to be around perceptive beings who know I am too self-critical and in need of kindness—something I have missed for a very long time.

I need someone who can accept that I have been to dark places, rather than deny my struggles in comparison to another’s subjective experience. Someone who sees that I am not who I appear to be on the surface—someone who knows I am not just my cheerful and goofy exterior.

I crave the presence of someone not bent on correcting my experiences or how I think and feel when I share something personal. Someone who understands I need the space to experience my choices through perception and self-reflection, instead of having a way assigned or imposed upon me that doesn’t resonate with my existence.

I need someone to understand that it is through the experience of my inner landscape that I discover and perceive the nature and truths of existence and reality.

I call upon those who are receptive,

I need you to know I am a life force, an intelligent consciousness, I have a bruised heart and need all the love and compassion I can get.

These are my deepest necessities.

These are what I need to survive the artificial constructs of human existence—a cruel, dishonest, soulless, and heartless wasteland.

- Robin





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