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    dots Submission Name: Day of Reckoningdots
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    Author: Cat
    ASL Info:    17/F/Aus
    Elite Ratio:    4.26 - 104/90/27
    Words: 150
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       Basically, I know that one day I will have to share the secrets I've guarded for so long, with my parents, I just don't know when I'll be ready, or how they will react. Just me mulling over that. Advice would be great, as the issues I've hidden are quite serious, not just your typical fifteen year old type thing.


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    dotsDay of Reckoningdots
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    Watching, waiting until the time is right
    To unlock the secrets of my heart,
    From where they’ve been hidden for so long.
    Until then, my words fall on deaf ears,
    As fearful, half-hearted lies cover the truth,
    Accepted only because they want to hear the truth
    As little as I want to say it.
    But the day will come when it cannot be avoided
    And fears must be confronted.
    Nobody can know the way it will be,
    After my day of Reckoning.
    But the question is not if it will come,
    It is when will it come?
    When shall I be able to tell
    The darkest secrets of my heart,
    The secrets of my soul that I have hidden
    And protected fiercely from discovery.
    I long to know if I will still call myself theirs,
    Or if I shall turn on heel and defend for my own.




    Submitted on 2006-02-11 02:35:05     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Ouch! I feel your pain sometimes but when I plan on telling my parents my secrets I am going to laugh or I just may not simply tell them at all, but from this poem its easy to see you're anxious for this day to come, but instead of being completely scared you still have pride and power within when you say:

    "Or if I shall turn on heel and defend for my own."

    That shows you're not so easily going to stand down or be subject to your parents authority, so I am assuming this Day of Reckoning will come someday in the future when you are no longer their little girl. Good luck!

    -Angel-
    | Posted on 2007-01-24 00:00:00 | by just an angel | [ Reply to This ]
      I can see this decision has been bothering you for a long time
    I can also tell from how emotional this write is that you almost feel the time is approaching quickly to confess
    Do not be afraid go with your Heart
    I see your Heart is very Loving it will not let you down
    God Bless
    Ron
    | Posted on 2006-02-11 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
      A very heavy piece, and it is simple in it's approach. Yes, these are strong thoughts you are protecting, and that heaviness does shine through.

    AS far as form is concerned, It works. I would say this is much more of a theraputic write than one for publication, so it's cool.

    Thanks for sharing, and good luck with the reality side of things,

    Todd
    | Posted on 2006-02-11 00:00:00 | by Cigarz | [ Reply to This ]
      Quite literately wtitten but it never actually got anywhere. We never learned what your secret was or why you could do nothing about it.

    The last line is in need of attention.
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    Or if I shall turn on heel and defend for my own."

    "Turn on heel" is bad English.
    "Defend" does not take "for" after it.

    Best wishes.
    | Posted on 2006-02-11 00:00:00 | by Edna Sweetlove | [ Reply to This ]
      You described your situation very good. It's something I can relate to. I'm keeping serious secrets for my parents, because I don't want them to know. Instead, I trusted a close friend to tell most of it. But I think it's different in your situation. You want to tell your parents, but are afraid to do it. I think it's something you have to do, and i think you'll feel better when sharing. After all, they're still your parents (you are theirs) and if they care about you, they'd like to know what's bothering you so much.
    Good luck

    DZ
    | Posted on 2006-02-11 00:00:00 | by Darth Zeus | [ Reply to This ]
      Very intense. I like the fact you were out there with your feelings and how you are at the point the truth must come out. My advise is to tell your parents and get this agonizing over with. The sooner the better. Don't make excuses, tell the whole truth and and expect them to be hurt and shocked, but that will not stop there love for you. I hope things work out for you. Nice work.

    Maggie
    | Posted on 2006-02-11 00:00:00 | by Magnolia Steele | [ Reply to This ]


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