a Rose (May 1996)

free-hand writing I did in HS (May 1996).
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a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet...
so then, what's in a name?
can we even label how we feel, when we just know...
does it really need a name?
Love - what does the word mean?
the word itself is meaningless
unless you give it meaning
to know it, feel it, smell it, hold it,
and see its true beauty.
These walls are up so strongly in my head,
they are so powerful - yet weak - yet dead.
How do they come down and how will they fall?
once they do, where will i stand?
i need a hand to pull me through this.
there's no sure way to get me through.
i need to know why....
we have to try,
to see,
our way into tomorrow.
Can't we be surprised?
we need to name everything
my life may be entailed with dark and hidden secrets.
skeletons in my closet.
just like anyone else.
but they are trying to get out.
to spread the word - to get heard.
to let all know, all the words - all the names.
only to be thrown back in my head.
all the hurt
all the thoughts
all the secrets
all the love
all the lust
all the hate
all the evil
all the good
all the laughter
all the smiles
all the thoughts
all the names
all the words...