I don’t feel so good
My heart is sore and my soul is
Bruised.
An empathy arises for the child within
I wrap my arms to protect her
Vulnerability
I feel lost
Floating along a turmoiled sea
Reaching for any flotsam passing by.
I am lost.
With only the blue sky to lead the way.
I don’t feel so good.
I feel the void that
Threatens to suck me into
Its dark nothingness
For one day only
I will tell you my thoughts
I will write them down for you
Tomorrow they will be erased
What I have to say will all be gone
No trace of these words will ever remain
I would like you to know how much I love you
The pain in my chest when I think of you
The longing to be close to you
The desire of my heart
But it can never be
It will never be
All that will remain
Is a blank page
With no words typed
Or written
No trace of any words
At all
I watched Moonlight this morning. A beautifully made, poignant movie depicting human emotion, the good, bad and ugly. And compassion.
I cried. And I felt.
A beautiful story.
Feelings are fickle. Moods and emotions are high-maintenance. I’ve started this year with a new resolution. To focus on growing. Learning and creating. So now when my pain points are pressed (salt in all my wounds), which happens often, I am acknowledging it, respecting the life within, and letting it go.
We have only so many days in our lives. Each passing day is one less to live. But for today, we are alive, we are breathing, we are aware. Peace be to you.
Watch Dirty Dancing without crying
Last night I failed
I lost control of all my projected composure
My pain points were pressed so deeply
Pressing into my very being
My heart, my soul, my most intimate self
That I lost all rational thought or reason
I transported fully into a realm of negative emotion
Of jealousy so pure and unrefined
Of jealousy in its rawest form
Overcoming every part of me –
I snapped
(And it wasn’t pretty)
Like me
Or don’t
Talk to me
Or don’t
Include me
Or don’t
Kiss me
Or don’t
Call me
Or don’t
Love me
Or don’t
I don’t care anymore
My heart is
Sliced into shreds
By a butcher’s knife
My tears drip to the floor
And mix with the blood of my
Bleeding heart
At the edge of
Endless blue oceans of sea
Steps urging me to
Cry out earnestly
Is there anyone to rescue me?
The dimming sun
Looks on humorously
Cooling the land while
Whispering quietly
Day is passed, welcome dark
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