. . . this was written for two submissives who are both now in receipt of it. Upon writing it I thought that perhaps other's might see some worth within what I was trying to say to them, in my obtuse way. Often we offer injury and denial to those we care for the most. They have ventured close to us, they might see us, might love us . . . we must drive them from us . . . must remain safe within the hollow empty shell of our own heart. Fear and denial of who we are, offer some of the greatest devastation's to the human spirit. Claiming or embracing ourselves is one of the most difficult journey's that a human undertakes in their lives. DENIAL A rejection of belief... A repudiation of intent... Words. So simple. Yet their impact lingers long after they drift past our eyes. The mind clings to the echo's of hurt. Not intent, please. The suggestion of yet another rejection. The dejection of spirit. What truck this fear? Do you bind it to you in a shroud, repudiation of light? What failure within to reject the promise of love's gift? When terror wracks the soul and demands action to drive that sensation away again. "Let me wallow in the darkness of my own despair," it whispers, pounding droplets of desperation into every crevice. Shall the shattering of personal recognition drive you from the strength and support of those that offer love to you again. Will you insist on giving injury? Shameless submissives!!!! Were you designed to direct the pathway of your feelings? To lay claim to full understanding that the outside not pound you with summary judgment yet again? For this, thy tiny worm cravings for acceptance you would reject your own self, and heart and offer pain to another. Give cause to think well upon each action. For it is upon our own actions that true judgment rests. Word are inconsequential offerings of appeasement, ploys to seduce and shadows to blind the unwary. It is in our actions of choice that we reveal the condition of our soul. Give...with the fullness of your heart. Honor...with the depth of your being. Respect...those that cherish you. Defend...your truth, that it be not sundered on the wasteland of mediocrity. Trust...the light of the path, the clasp of a friends hand, the firm voice of truth.   Do not dishonor yourself, disrespect your own feelings and those of others you claim to care for. Guard yourself and those you cherish well. Be warned that it is easy to drive painful words into others, impossible to remove the damage, for that, is permanent.

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