A Moment from the Past

His calloused carpenter hands held my face still. Emotion took over his strong brown eyes. Time seemed to stand still as he searched for his words. His whisper grabbed hold of my very soul.
"Sweet baby girl, if I could takes pieces from my own heart and give to yours; I would mend your broken one, if only I could. A grown mature woman to the world; a sweet baby girl to me."
A sad tear slowly fell down my cheek. He released his hold from me. His eyes full of pain and sadness, he looked to the heavens.
"May God protect you baby girl." His hand took mine briefly as he stepped back from me. In slow motion he let go, turning; he walked away. I stood motionless as if a bystander. Even after the door shut softly and the footsteps faded; I stood silently still. His whispers still haunt me at night.
"Sweet baby girl." A sad tear slowly slips down from my face. "Sweet baby girl."

Journal Post : You don't Know me.

You realize my attendance; you recognize my laugh; but you have no indemnification of me. Even my perfume may linger in your memory. You are able to reach out in the darkness and know the feel of my softness; yet have no perception of me.
My life seems clear to you and understood, although the emotions of my past has not reached out and choked your very breath away. Your willingness is offered; I admit that.
You know my spirit and soul while questioning how I can say; You know me not. Your perceptions and vision are correct; the parts you know. My dear my trust in you, is more then I allow any other. Do not be saddened or confused. I am unable to be known in completion.
To know me, would mean to know all of me. You see my tears; but you do not feel the carving of their sting. You see them flow down my cheek like that of a river. And yet; you can not grasp the ice coldness they leave behind.
You see the wall I have built, never knowing my need for the very suffocating protection of it. In my awkwardness to mask me; I am content and safe.