Shancia Speaks: Short Stories Superb!

Sit with me a while, won't you? Please, listen to my soul speak. You're here with me but sometimes I feel like I have lost you, your innocent veil has been shredded into pieces by the sharp and treacherous claws of all your past handlers.....Sit with me a moment, wild child...let us help each other find one another because we have both become lost to the world, not knowing where next to go. What happened to you along the way? Why have you turned so cold and bitter? Is it that man who knew you were too young yet he coveted your vulnerability leaving you to stitch the wounds that have only just now, stopped bleeding? Or is it the friendships along the way that dealt you bad cards, that twisted your mind and deceived you into thinking you're not good enough? Was because of the way your parents handled you, and reminded you that you were a burden that came to disrupt their lives? I don't care anymore. I want you back my child. I want to live again, to laugh again, to jump...

 If you do not know yourself, you eventually lose yourself and who you are becomes the joy of the puppet master, to gladly pull the strings. Often times, I find myself questioning aspects of who I am because my parents failed to show me how to embrace my authenticity. The mockery of life is that to become accepted we must mask the real parts of us and immerse ourselves in roles that society applauds. That is why I treasure my solitude. It is nothing like being locked up in a room or running away from the world and ignoring everyone around me.  In fact, the solitude I refer to is one where I retreat into myself and into my mind, to a safe space where my thoughts are protected and my desires are guarded, from the treachery of humankind. It is somewhere I escape to, even in the middle of a crowd, a place where no one can follow, a place where no one can stain with jealousy, greed, or envy. In solitude, I reenergize , and then immerse brand new. Intuition grows from the time spent...