Incarnations Under A Different Light

Sometimes it just gets scary,
to open your heart and let the words flow uncontrollably.
It is scary because you know once you let down the walls confining all what you've built up inside it would get nasty. 

What's your story?

I have many. 

     Not because I could be anyone or do anything, which would concequnecely add up to a Story. But because life is a perspective, and every time you look at it from a different angle you will get a different narration.

The White Queen giving birth to the children she had with a craw.

The Orphan Kid abandoned by her mother to have conversations with phantom voices.

The Parent Mourning out-living her heartfruit.

The Lady Mother living in the shames of her own birth.

The Man life forced to walk in shoes bigger than him for blood-binding.

The Young Abused boy helpless, disappointed, and grieving for the loss of all that made up a life.

The Sweet Child silent, alone, and lonely.

The Dying Old Man with death reeking out of his skin, and worms eating through his flesh praying for blood not to run thin.

The Crazy Women.

The Cinderella that didn't fall into prince charming.

The Teenager cutting her flesh to bleed her tears out.

The Little Baby with the single guilt of growing up.

The Beautiful Princess and the monster King.

The Schizophrenia Soul that lost its genius for a girl.

The Cancer Fish who's burning her bones under the sun.

The Muse that's released from its own mind.

The Sleeping Beauty awoken by a frog.

This is my story.
What is yours?