This Thing Called Time

By: Deborah Coss
Submitted: 2007-01-17 11:23:52
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If I could truly turn back the hands of time, would I?
And to what point back in time would I travel?
To the days of innocence, before I knew anything?
But I think of the predators I knew,
And that knew me...
When I started to come into my own,
I knew that there was something special about me,
And I think it was about the same time,
I started to wonder what was wrong with me!
Back to the first time I fell in love,
Not just a puppy love, but a love that lasted for years-
Followed by the pain that has yet to totally disappear?
What about the days when I was the top of my class,
And I held my head high with pride, and walked the walk?
Those good ole days I threw away, when I settled for less once again?
Well, then, what about when I started to open my eyes,
And really started to figure things out,
About what was really wrong in my life?
Those valuable lessons I had to learn,
Because I did not want to hurt any more?
I have started to ask myself this question earnestly,
As if I had the power to travel back in time.
And I am quite surprised to find,
I am really only content to travel forward
In this friend and enemy of mine,
this thing called “time.”

Deborah Coss, has been writing since she was 8 years old, getting published off and on since 15, and finally realized her child hood dream, of carrying press credentials, when she worked for http://www.womanmotorist.com She now publishes her own site, http://www.1kindthing.com She also creates some fine arts, and loves photographer, commneting that she is a social portraiture photographer. In art, she has a very constructionist attitude in art and loves making masks and other 3 dimensional objects. In photographer, she loves the medium of black and white. She is a diverse writer, and has published several types of sites for several types of businesses. On a personal side, she is a survivor of an extremly violent childhood and some personal trauma, including being crushed by a car at age 3 and half. Thus, her site 1kindthing.com, tells of overcoming hardships, in addition to her many other styles of writing. She is a baby boomer, raised in Southern California.

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