My biggest fear since I was small has <br />ever been fear of boring nothingness <br />I commiserated with the animals for <br />their confinement to the here and now <br />and their enslavement to nature’s cycles <br />desperately seeking my own escape <br />through mind- power and ethereal <br />thoughts, but today I realize BEING is <br />JOY –only I am bereft of that privilege <br />of joyful being through my allergy… <br />I’m so glad to know the goodness of <br />the universe, but my question is <br />why was I born without the ability <br />to enjoy being ‘per se’, confined <br />to discomfort and pain – why was <br />I left out of everything? And will <br />this Cinderella ever get to go <br />to the ball?<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-will-cinderella-ever-go-to-the-ball/
