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Sit with me and sense the tone,
Pull my energy from still air.
Sit with me and know my heart,
Whispers so quiet, no need to speak.
Sit with me and look into my eyes,
See your self resting there,
Know your self resting there.
We are kin, we are sisters, we are the same.
We have journeyed in life to now,
Our spirits meeting while we sleep.
We have seen the same pain,
Felt the same sorrow, we are the same.
Sit with me and tell me your deepest secrets,
Trust me with your heart,
Commit to our relationship.
Know I will be kind.
Surrender all to me and I will take you,
All of you in love I will surrender back,
I will show you my soul.
My loves,
My truth,
My fear,
My anger,
My deepest secrets.
You and I will dance forever in eachothers bliss.
Forever connected by our risk,
Our world will change,
We will be as we are, one and the same.

Freedom is living life without needing perfection

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The following comments are for "Surrender"
by ChristianAlbert

This poem evokes alot of emotion, as good poetry should. Although it is written with specific roles in mind on your part, it has a kind of universal truth in line 26, that I loved, "Forever connected by our risk". I think that type of putting your real self out there for some one is the ultimate risk and the ensuing connection you write about is definitely one of such freedom. This is a beautiful poem that really speaks to one's heart and it's needs. Keep posting! I'd love to read more of your work!

( Posted by: Eleanor [Member] On: March 9, 2005 )

To Eleanor
Thanks for the comments, the emotion of this poem is it's strongest point. I thought it was appropriate that it be the first poem I surrendered to other human beings. My dog listens really well but doesn't give me much feedback. Thanks for taking a risk and giving me yours.

( Posted by: ChristianAlbert [Member] On: March 9, 2005 )

This one teared me up.

I never had tight friends when I was growing up - it required more freedom that I had back then, with strict parents.

Then, I was too busy with a boyfriend and then my own family to have time for friendships - people that were in our lives "just for me".

Over the years, many people adopted me - people who needed me for one reason or the other, for free counseling mostly, but no one I just picked because they I wanted them in my life.

Now, I am going through this wierd thing where situations have put a couple of wonderful women in my life who I would like to know better.

But because I have had nothing but betrayal in my relationships over the course of my life, I find this very scary:

"Sit with me and tell me your deepest secrets,
Trust me with your heart,
Commit to our relationship.
Know I will be kind...You and I will dance forever in each others bliss.
Forever connected by our risk..."

I fear creating relationships that may affect other relationships if I indeed "Sit with [her] and tell [her my] deepest secrets,
Trust [her] with [my] heart,
Commit to our relationship.
Know [she] will be kind."

I already fear I have said too much.

And, I have found it impossible to be completely honest without exposing someone else, who may have a greater right to that friendship than me.

For now I'll take the bench. And see what happens.

This is a powerful poem. It's obvious you have a sensitive spirit and discerning heart.

I look forward to reading more of your work!


( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: March 9, 2005 )

Matters of the heart are never planned they just are. They are never found in the "doing of things" they are found in the being. Just be your true self, it is a beautiful gift you give to others. I have a great reminder I say to my self -- It is what it is --. Truth is the only freedom, control is the ultimate illusion.

Thank you for your comments, when I read this poem I cry. I wrote it for my sister when she was in the worste stages of a heroin addiction. I miss her when ever I read it, she is alive but she never came back.

Thank you for caring about me,

( Posted by: ChristianAlbert [Member] On: March 10, 2005 )

ME, welcome to Lit.
I read both your poems and like them very much. This is especially heart warming with memories I wish I had....kinship is so often taken for granted, yet there are those of us who never know.

Thank you for sharing with your grace,

respectfully looking forward to reading more of you


( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: March 10, 2005 )

My Pleasure
Thank you for taking the time to read this poem, it is directly from my heart and I am so very glad it was able to touch yours.

Sincerely ME

( Posted by: ChristianAlbert [Member] On: March 10, 2005 )

Frightening importance
You are my sister and I am your brother, and we are born with the obligation of love towards each other that is expected and consequently taken for granted; it seems that people tend to take everything they have for granted--posessions, freedom of movement, food ont he table, being able to breathe, see and hear...but nothing seems to be abused as much as the love of our kin: both the literal and emotional. I have seen it time and time again with our family and the families of others, where the mother, the father, the sister or the brother is used, underappreciated, not regularly thanked and isn't shown even a fraction of the respect they deserve. I have seen good, honest and caring friends go unthanked, and I've despised to my core every I've been witness to it. Unfortunately, most of the time it takes a sudden and vicious reminder that what we have can easily stripped from us or lost. Your poem is beautiful and frighteningly important because of it's undeniable relevance to the wellfare of every human being's mind and soul. You have put in only few words the deep meaning and recognition of love for another, and it can be applied not only to kin but to your lover or friend. To me, there is nothing more frightening than the thought of dying alone. Those people who are too cowardly to risk their heart being broken and refuse to trust in other people, sacrifice a real chance at ever finding a true friend, true love or a good relationship with their family. Our hearts are fragile, and people get hurt time and time again, but it is worth it a hundred times over if manage find even ONE genuine relationship with another.
You displayed a relationship with another so close that each could spill their soul on to the other, could lean on the other when things were hard, and where not even a whisper was needed for the other to understand. The person who lies in their death-bed, and is unable to say that they have had the privlege to experience what you have so beautifully described in your poem, dies ALONE...and there is no death more terrifying in this world or the next.

( Posted by: carlosdickens [Member] On: March 20, 2005 )

Not Alone
I know that you are in this world with me Carlos, and even if the rest of our family is totally struggling just to sense the freedom we have somehow found in ourselves, I will always know you and I are just fine. We have hardships and challenges, and deep pain, but we are fighting the good fight and loving every minute of being alive. I am so glad you are there.
Thanks for your feedback I look forward to reading your amazing thoughts in here.
Christian Albert

( Posted by: ChristianAlbert [Member] On: March 21, 2005 )

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