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Danger to Myself by Kathryn S. Carrington Friday, August 24, 2007 Not rated by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan This is a poem taken from the last page of my new non-fiction, soon to be released called: LOVE BEYOND INNOCENCE

Danger to Myself I am but a danger to myself to watch the eyes who watches me. I can't blame them, I am a lovely white dove. With promised passions. Flourishing with an abundance of beauty. I am able to fly above the very souls who desire me. I know that I am not as lovely to my own eyes. I am but, a danger to myself to think why? I am not capable of loving myself. I feel as unloved as the darkness feels. When the sun passes over the moon. And buries itself beneath the earth's clay. Hidden below the hard pieces of its surface. I am hungry for a touch that is unrelenting. Yet, I cannot endure. I disappear into the dark womb of my mind. Thinking of ways that I am a danger to myself. Kathryn S. Carrington

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Reviewed by Clarence Prince	5/30/2011

Look up, Kathryn! Look up! Your help will come from the Lord, hopeflly very soon. Just keep the faith!




Reviewed by Hanley Harding	10/10/2007

Interesting and introspective write... Doc




Reviewed by Chuck Keller	9/19/2007

Powerful description of depression. My "White Rose Bud" was on this subject. Another fine job of description. Thank you for sharing your soul with us.




Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath	9/11/2007

"Danger to Myself" a strong write with a bit of mystic. Heart rendering and thought provoking indeed. Kathryn the best of luck to you on your new fiction "LOVE BEYOND INNOCENCE.." it sounds interesting too! Blessings to you, ~Gwendolyn




Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G	8/27/2007

YOU want it! YOU want it! YOU want it, but hard to GRASP for it! YOU are entitled and don't even know it, or believe it! I;ve been here! I love your heartfelt poem and we are drawn to your STREngth! KEEP in close to you in a most positive! way... WArm hugs and Wisdom! Warrior Lady Purple Sheeeoox I started TRACKING/Following you Kat, as of today, your heart is OPEN and true! * As we lOVe Ourselves, we can love others deeply, in mind and in spirit! :) Many Blessings and Enlightments your way!




Reviewed by Regis Auffray	8/24/2007

This is powerful self-reflection and, via your verses, it gives the reader pause for thought. Thank you, Kathryn. Love and peace to you, Regis




Reviewed by Sharon Jordan	8/24/2007

Dear Kathryn, The poem on your last page of your upcoming book makes me wonder who you have written about previously. I would like to know more about your book. If possible, please send me a message. Thank you, Sharon




Reviewed by Glen Schulz	8/24/2007

Wow! The majority of people probably feel that way about themselves. We seem to be almost incapable of appreciating or loving ourselves, and yet to others we are much more. Few people on this earth could have penned those thoughts and emotions as eloquently as you. Thanks for sharing. Hugs, Glen