Story in Your Eyes

“Dear one, it’s not love that hurts you. It’s loving the wrong ones. But even that hurt will help to shape you. Just don’t let it make you bitter. Keep your heart open so you can receive the love of the right one.”

So, I’m working on a story where my protagonist is a blues singer in a juke joint. She was hurt really bad by her live-in boyfriend and she is trying to find herself again. So, I’m working on a song, one that will show her inner change. Doing lots of scribbling and researching to get just the write lines. Never wrote a blues song before, lol, but that’s not going to stop me from trying.

This is just one of the things I’ve come up with so far:

You always told me you could
tell my life story back to me
because you could read it just by
looking in my eyes. There were chapters
you never read. You never saw the way
I closed my eyes and myself
every time you went away. You
failed to see how wearing the cloak of
remembering, the memory of love was never
enough to keep my soul from going cold.
After your love had kept it warm, your leaving
could only leave me feeling cold. But that’s
in the chapters you didn’t read. You said you
could read the story in my eyes but maybe
that was all a lie
like the story I saw when I looked in your eyes.

Peace & Love,
Rosalind

my eyes

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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