Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Just write it out Just ride it out
Words hit hard They slam to the ground Lungs deflate The sudden terror of realizing that breath is IT Breath is gone My eyes open as far as possible as if they can grab it can get the air in
The constant haranguing that my feelings are unnecessary unnecessarily emotional unnecessarily worried unnecessarily bothersome unnecessarily intrusive irritating unwise silly wrong unnecessary unnecessary unnecessary
Where is the place where they are accepted allowed A place where only I can determine what is to be felt not felt Where no one can see if my words offend embarrass confuse frighten shame me Where they weigh on only me Where no one can see Where I can heal them The place where they joy me and comfort me and make me feel 10 pounds lighter Where I am with them and suddenly young Where they can heal me
6 decades of being half visible 6 decades of carrying so many other people's burdens Burdens without my name on them Are there 2 decades left to go Do I want the whole of them Does it even matter because that’s not enough time to that’s not enough time So many things bypassed slipped away lost out of reach promised for another day
The tiny one Lost Lost no days not one single day not hour or a moment Just one tiny glance Lost And then lost once more
Am I lucky if I get 1 1/2 Am I lucky if I don't And if 15 years are mine will there be different days within them And if those days come will they have love freedom respect within them Will there be a home Please please a home If far or close will I feel safe within it
I get too tired to look for those days too lonely to care Some days it’s ok if they never show up Some days I long and search and scream for them Some days there are moments when I see them
Each time my lungs are crushed of air they get a tiny bit weaker a tiny bit smaller Take 3 deep breaths and there is not enough oxygen Run run as far as you can and they burn and it is not far enough Will there ever be space enough space to breathe easy
I don’t want to carry your burden anymore I love you It’s not my burden but it’s chained to both of our ankles It is bleeding me dry And it has frightened you for far too long I didn’t make it you made it yourself but I know I helped that’s why I help And I made mine myself and they will not see they helped They will not help You are strong enough sometimes to admit you helped make mine a little Every moment I love you Especially in the moments when I don't
You are so much taller louder scarier than me You are solid in your belief I helped you learn that My words pierce you too They draw blood even when I feel small weak unsure My words have power and I forget My loud cannot match yours I get shorter by the day My belief is doubt They helped me learn that
I’ve stopped crying now the words help You’ll be gone long enough for me to believe myself a little You’ll be back before it is solid within me And I’ll be scared no matter how calm it is By now I'm good at riding it out And I’ll help you carry your burden because I helped you make it And you’ll help me carry mine because you are a part of it
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This left me stunned because I know that shared chain oh so well. Powerful and poignant.
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Barbara
Keep screaming it out never stop keep screaming
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Power and punches to the gut. Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I actually took a breath reading this.
ReplyDeleteI carry so many people's burdens. It seems built in. I want to make everyone better and happier. Sometimes it works. Mostly it doesn't.
You gave me something to think about. xo
Wow! Your writing! Your thoughts! I'm such a huge fan. I will be reading this over and over.
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