Why Call

I said the call should have not been made.But it was to late.
To late to stop to late to turn back.
The hello was answered and from their on was no more looking back.

Minutes of happiness followed by uncertainty. Words and thoughts which I had wished I would never hear or feel.

The true was told. It came as Knife cutting your heart .
In such a power that no blood came out. The pain was out in total vapour. The drops slowly fell from my eyes one at a time making me feel their salty tasty in my mouth. Slowly the dropped on my face one small drop at a time.
I tried to hold them but it was not possible. it was their right finally to come out.
This was their moment to shine. They were here and could not climb back.

Stabbed in a cold day. Cut by a words and not by a shinning knife.
Could that be true? Can words cut a soul?
Yes they do. They cut so severe that there is no stitches to cure them. They don't heal.

They open every time you think of them.
The cut re-open in the present moment. It is a past cut but with the memory in the present life.

If you can not stitch and close it how do we live with it?

I keep on thinking it would never go away . But unfortunately it goes and comes back as long as we allow it to happen. I t is in the present as you allow it to be.

It is here, inside of you. Trying to remind you that it leaves in you.
But you fight.
You fight everyday to make them far away from you.

You fight to understand their weakness even knowing how powerful they are.
You give the forgiveness so they can continue to live in you and remind you of the Cut.

They will try to come back in the mornings, in the dark of nights.
But you fight back.
I forgive.
They get strong. They multiply.

I will watch your strength of weakness and I will allow you to stay inside of me. Until the day you understand that you cut me.

Until you understand how much your weakness hurt me.

(Luciana M. Cavalcanti 03/09/09)

A Day at a time you will be Free from ME

The day stared with a thought of the past.
Past that became encraved in my mind.
It was a new day.
A day to start an idea. To start something that was always present here.
Could I do it?
That question was posted even before I had started such an idea. The problem was there before I had to face it. I aked my self why? Bring me courage. Lay courage on my body so I can set you free.
Could someone not perfect as I am do it? I had no answer but and eager mind which was scare but that was thyrst to find it out.
As the minutes pass the fear continue engraved in my heart.
I would face that fear and do what I was told for many years by my own soul.
Words hurt and are engraved in my heart.
The Past and clear memories ask to get out. To speak, to please set them free.
No I say.
We must strugle some more. As the day come true and words come out I will set you free my love.
You will be free when your day is here.
I promise You one day you will be free.
(Luciana M. Cavalcanti 03/08/09)