My World (4/8/04)

Fantasy, my Escape from my World.
I dove head first, into make believe, my Salvation,
My childhood, a hellish place from day one.
Always knew talking or writing, somehow healed the Hurts.
I could take the pain, laughter, tears, fears and smiles;
Turn them into words and watch people be amazed
Adults asked how could I write of things,
A child should not yet know?
Because those who suffer a lot, Grow a lot!
You must get wise in order to survive.
Forced out of childhood and robbed of innocence,
I used word-smithing for my comfort.
Today, my words play in many places,
My words, my photos and my art tell about me.
Today, Im healing, I am recovering finally,
From slings and arrows that pierced my childhood spirit.
No one can steal your mind, your thoughts or your heart,
Unless you let them, so dont let them take you down.
Early on, I built tall walls, and coped an attitude.
But thats okay, cause I had jobs,
Where people's lives literally depended on me.
Always had the command of words,
words which provoke action and action can save lives.
No place in my life for those who would conspire
To take me or my strength for their own.
No longer will I love others before myself,
That only leads to self-loathe.
Taking steps to stand strong!
Looking forward to all my adventures.
I have waited all my life for this.
My eyes are open, and I step into the light,
Out of the darkness.
I love myself enough so that maybe someday,
I will love someone special again.
But now, omeone else just does not seem as important
As being comfortable in my own skin.
I can not speak for you, or anyone else.
But let the healing begin.
And l et it begin with me.
The ability of a spirit to give,
Is much like building a small fire inside your soul.
And you nuture it till it glows brightly.
Only when your own fire is strong enough,
Can you take some of the warmth of your soul,
And hand some of your inner flames to one who is in need.
Let me share some of my fire with you.
And then go in Peace.

About the Author:

Deborah Coss, has been writing since she was 8 years old, getting published off and on since 15, and finally realized her child hood dream of carrying press credentials when she worked for http://www.womanmotorist.com

She now publishes her own site, www.1kindthing.com She also creates some fine arts, and loves photographer, commneting that she is a social portraiture photographer. In art, she has a very constructionist attitude in art and loves making masks and other 3 dimensional objects. In photographer, she loves the medium of black and white. A diverse writer, she has published several types of sites for several types of businesses.

On a personal side, she is a survivor of an extremly violent childhood and some serious trauma, including being crushed by a car at age 3 and half. Thus, her site http://www.1kindthing.com, tells of overcoming hardships, in addition to her many other styles of writing. She is a baby boomer, raised in Southern California.

Author:: Deborah Coss
Keywords:: Deborah Coss, Fantasy, Escape, World, head first, make believe, Salvation, hellish place, Hurts, Gro
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