Originally Posted by
Frankie Jasmine
LONELY CORNER
Tonight I am in my Lonely Corner. It is not a Lonesome Corner . . . because that would mean I was waiting for someone. The Lonely Corner is a place I can go to be by myself; like a wounded dog. I can trail off to a Lonely Corner, lick my wounds, and help myself get better. It is a healing place. But a lonely place.
Tonight I want to solve the problems of just a little world. The people I've hurt, disappointed, let down, I want to create beautiful poetry, lovely writing to prove that I am in tune with them. Even though they have been left feeling I don't understand, and I cannot help. Within myself, I know I can help.
There are things to think about. Sometimes I feel that words contain the power to lift someone from the depths of despair. Or remind them that they are not flying so high as they think--that a crash is coming, and they're unaware. Maybe it's not my business. But I think so, because I love them. I love. I do not always know if I am loved back.
Sometimes I may appear fragile. But I am strong. I may appear weak. But I feel within me the mightiness of Samson. I may look negligible. But I feel inside the power of a near-nuclear reaction--not for destruction, but for positive giving power, healing sayings, uplifting of spirits. How can this be?
Do I think too much of myself? Or have I been so non-productive during the day, that the things I might be capable of doing nearly overwhelm me at night?
Wherein is my power? Do I even have it? Will I follow-through and use it to create something that will really benefit someone else? Or several someone elses?
All I know is, I feel a change a comin' . . . and it feels very, very real. What will I accomplish? Something? or Nothing? . . . Somehow, settling for Nothing does not feel like an option; and it is not an option I like.
A change is coming . . . How will my life change from here on? What wonder will happen? Or what disappointment will come if the wonder fails? I don't know. But it's comin'. And I'm getting on board. I am licking my wounds, becoming stronger than before, and my mojo's in gear. I feel a change is coming.
I've been here before. And, oh! Life became sweet! . . . What will it be this time? Something small--or just as big? Change is exciting. And change is frightening. Will I let down or fail the Thing Coming? I don't think so.
What will it be? What form will it take? I am excited to find out . . . when my last wounds are healed . . . and that power comes upon me that says: YOUR LIFE IS GONNA CHANGE! I won't be fighting it. I'll be fighting FOR it.
Frankie Jasmine
02-21-12
Such crisp, clear lyrics . . . Bring it on. Bring on a change . . . It's been a long time comin' . . .