Pantora’s Box


Here is the box…..

open it

and the wonders of its world are yours to admire

to explore

to conquer ..

Here is my heart/ my soul……

The centerpiece of my very existence

I have no other to give…..

It’s a little scuffed…. I broke it a couple times so all the parts may not function normally…

.but I glued it back together

So its good as new….kinda

…..just be gentle with it

Here is my mind…..

It’s a little deeper than most…so few come to visit often….

It can be a little scary at times…especially when it gets dark…..

but its waves are cool and ever refreshing

……just don’t pollute it it

Here is my body……

Its a little wider than normal ones… and the tar was lain a little too thick

there are curves and bends in awkward places

but the ride is smooth and fast/ its little worn so its sure to last

….just don’t neglect it

Here is…me…

Here are the pieces …the sum of all my parts

Assemble each piece properly

Tend to each piece equally….

and I am yours to have… to enjoy

Fail….

and you deny yourself the beauty of the whole picture

you offset the structure of my being

and must instead admire the wonderment that is my wrath,,,,,

Be Ware ….

Stronger Men than you have opened this box

and

fallen to its perils

Flowers


If I were a flower…

Would You pick me?

a deep black rose

entangled with thorns

wilting slowly

Would you take me home

replant me, water me

tend to me with your caring , loving hands?

OR

Would you pick

some sweet yellow daffodil

entranced by its light and bright beauty

Do you even like roses?

or would you be happier settling for

a more abundant breed

so uniform, so easily forgettable

so… replaceable

(they grow in clusters you know)

never to notice

the dark and rare beauty of a

single

black

rose

TorraShae