When you admit to having failed as a stardust particle or a twinkle in your mother’s eye; you may say to a friend: “If she had seen that darkness co-existed with love in my heart I might shine today…”
If there had been a place for secrets, for the creativity of passion - for anger - would you continue to prove anything to anybody, and could you then rest on a porch in new clothes daydreaming?
Was it the terror of standing naked and alone that stole the security of your ideals and stained you dirty - that dragged you into a square, and encouraged others to throw fear stones at the beauty of your body?
December 15, 2007 at 8:06 pm
I love the phrase “fear stones” and I love this old paper doll as an illustration for the words. They play off each other nicely. I adored paper dolls as a girl and drew them tons of extra clothes and also lived with the darkness behind the lightness of my life as a kid. Very evocative.
December 16, 2007 at 2:36 am
TIV - I have to say that your post that contained a bit about shame informed the above piece in some small way…and just now, I can’t say how…kind of in the ether somehow…