Maeven

Getting stronger every day, Slowly, so slowly, the fat melts away. Once long ago I was so meek, Mentally and physically, I was weak. My generous nature made me a target, People used me and I can't forget it. While I grow stronger, there's a battle within, To not become the tyrant they were, though part of me wants to give in. Trying to find a balance of strength, caring and love, It's hard but I know I'll succeed, I can feel it warming me like the sun above. I like the feel of the muscles I now possess, The strength and confidence flow over me like a caress. I walk slowly with my head held high, My hips sway and I feel so alive.

Talking to you is so easy, Words come flowing from my mouth. The topics we share so interesting, I never know what the next topic will be about. I enjoy your company, And the time we share. You may misunderstand me sometimes, But please know that I always care. I never mean to cause you pain, Or say something that may affront. But you have to realize that , Sometimes even you are quite blunt. I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry to my core. Please, please still be my friend, So that we can still talk some more.

Why do I always fell so alone? Whenever I feel safe to get close, Something happens to make me feel pain. And those are the times it hurts the most. There never is a middle ground, It's always all or nothing with me. I find someone to connect with on some level, But it never seems to want to be. I find someone to be friends with, Someone to care for. At first it's nice and exciting, Then I get hurt all the more. I'm left so sad, crying and hurting so much, I withdraw into myself, Afraid to even reach out and touch. What's wrong with me? Why does it hurt so badly? Why can't people just love me? If they would love me I would

I watch the sands swirl over your landscape, The dry dust sensuous in it's path. The ripples of the dunes moving, Like the muscles of a man. The desert is alive, Breathing softly in my ear. Like a lover I've never had, Saying all the things I've ever wanted to hear. The warmth under my feet, Cradles me in an embrace. The breeze flows around me, Gently stroking my face. A lover for all time, Steadfast and true. Why couldn't my desert love, Have been, my darling, you?

Searching for a dragon, I found The White Space. Not a dragon but a demigod, With a hidden face. I looked some more, but it was in vain. Only beautiful body shots, No face to ease my pain. Who was this demigod? I read more to find out. I even sent him a message, And his reply told me what he was about. Kindness, artistry, support and a sweetness too. Modesty and self-effacing This was just too good to be true. I read where he calls himself ugly. But doesn't he realize that beauty is not truly found in a pretty face? He is beautiful and he shows us with his Photos and words an undeniable grace. Thank you Sebastian for sha