Category: My Writing…

and I was in in love with a woman. Not any woman though, she was special to me. My heart ached for her touch and my lips could feel her touch though she wasn’t there.

She was my angel and I loved her.

But she was taken away from me and I never forgave him.

I never forgave myself.

For I wanted her touch, her smell, her pure love.

But she is gone and will never be here again.

There are days where I can feel her touch in a dream, I can see everything but her face.

I can’t see her face anymore in my dreams, that must be sad for I once had her name burned into my heart and her face burned into my soul.

But isn’t that how healing occurs. Your heart and soul heals differently.

I can hear her voice, I can feel her touch.

But like many ways, I can’t see her face.

One evening as I was staring into the middle of space realizing that both of my fantasy football teams were going to suck this year I wondered what would happen if I could continue my interview with the Big Guy, The Intelligent Designer.

I started writing questions that I would ask… and the answers just poured out too…

My questions in bold

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I want the pain to go away but it doesn’t, I want to feel free and innocent, but I cant.
I want to feel like I felt when I met you , but I can’t for the pain holds me in a dark place.
A place where I want nothing but the pain. The pain of feeling wanted and yet wanting to be left alone.
I want the pain to end yet in continues. Please why do I have to suffer alone?
Why can’t the pain be shared?
Why can’t I share the pain.
Because it is my pain.
To live is to suffer
and to suffer is to succeed.
For pain is emotional and the only emotion I feel is pain.

Copyright 2006 Sean A. Donahue All Rights Reserved

Those words echoed in my head today but years ago close to one hundred years ago I thought I was just being cute. You see on my trip to Hawaii with my parents I had gone on a tour of an ancient volcanic site. I was excited to see the power and fury of a site that was once feared.

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I know, I’m still up and its 2:46 in the morning. I can’t sleep and thats when I start a ‘riting…

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