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Monday, June 27, 2011

waiting on the porch..a metaphor

  • the girl goes to her closet and pulls out her dress. she has already done her make up and her hair. she slips on the dress. its the same dress she wears everyday when she goes to the party. she takes a look in the mirror and decides yes she is presentable. so off she goes. when she arrives there are already people inside. there is laughter and a buzz of excitement in the air.she smiles at everyone and heads for the porch. couples walk in ahead of her. there is a man holding the door open for her. thank You Sir, she says but doesnt enter. puzzled He lets go of the door and heads inside.she takes her seat on the porch swing that is to the right of the door. she is very comfortable there instead of inside. she has been sitting there a very long time. she use to go inside with Him. He would take her and teach her all the ways to behave at the party.she sat there remembering what it was like to be on his arm while He spun her around the room. she smiles thinking how happy she was then. the Man doesnt take her in anymore.He told her that He could no longer dance with her. He told her that one day she would have a new escort into the party but she cant imagine it.Night after night she watches from her porch swing, wishing she had the Man to take her inside. she sometimes thinks she can go in alone. she is so thirsty and its always so hot...if only she had the courage to enter by herself and to drink from the fountain of pleasure.she gets to the door peeks inside and then runs back to her spot. she ignores the thirst and continues to sit. There are girls that come crying from the party and she tries her best to dry their tears and comfort them.It is a small part of the party but at least she is a part of it at all. they ask her why she is always sitting outside.why she isnt dancing with the others? there are plenty to dance with. Its simple she replies,i am waiting for Him. they ask when was the last time she saw Him? she tells them she sees Him passing by. she tells them He is always very kind to her. He does seem to notice that she is still sitting on the porch swing. He smiles at her gives her a wave and disappears into the night again.she wishes so badly that He would escort her again. When alone, she practices all the moves He taught her. If only He would dance with her again,she thinks to herself.. i swear i would dance perfect and never step on His toes again. After all, she practices very hard to get it right. Night after night she sits like a door greeter to the party.Most times she sits there by herself, other nights Men come to the door and offer their hand in the dance. she is too afraid. she can only dance like that with Him. she peeks in the window and watches the happy couples and wonders to herself...when will she get the courage to dance again. Another night and she heads back home and hangs her party dress in the closet again, and she goes to sleep with visions of the party and spinning around the floor with Him.she smiles and drifts off to sleep only to repeat it the very next day

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