Redux
in the quiet moments
i find myself
seeing, contemplating, learning
understanding the pain
and the pleasure of humanity
solving life’s ever-challenging cycles
handling love’s quick entrance
and departure
breaking down
rising up
in the stillness, i am
Originally posted November 9, 2018, on I Write Her. Posted with revisions.
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in silent shelter
minimizing what we expose
we cry and ache
but sometimes
it becomes necessary
to combine a consonant and a vowel
shedding light on our pain
it eases the burden we carry
that which shackles us from change
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human feelings rise
their natures take over
emotions now rule
the cycle begins, yet again
fresh, healthy and robust beginnings
exciting moves while green
life cycles continue, as always
but getting older bruises a bit
tarnishes us as time goes by
a midlife crisis attempts to snatch youth back
regardless, old age makes its presence known
doom and gloom seems imminent
physical/mental changes more evident
aches and pains more prominent
beginning to know with certainty
our lives won’t go on forever
leaving us almost wishing for the way out
death, the end until the next beginning
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aching with sorrow and sadness
silently keeping in it
when, eventually the dam breaks
as chance moments
beckon forth deeply held emotions
tears spill quickly
because the lies
behind false smiles
of “i’m all right”
can’t help but break through the barrier
foolishly yet protectively erected
this water shed pinnacle of epic proportions
a facially distorting cataclysm
and puffy, snot producing event
this full-body aching outloud
it was inevitable
so predictable
it was necessary, to move on to healing
Empathy, sympathy, concern, it’s what makes us humane.
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I do not know
No
I do not know your pain
I feel it close to my heart
But
I do not know your pain
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I’ve felt
Shrill sheets of energy
Shredding through my being
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Back and forth
Back and forth
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Until I couldn’t anymore
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I do not know your pain
But I feel it just the same
And for what it’s worth
It must be terrible
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small and large
every size in between
we make them
others make them
the reckless, unintentional,
without forethought type of injury
is suffered upon the unwilling,
mildly harmed as well as grossly enraged
a mood, the time of day, the severity
at the time of infliction predicts our response
have a laugh and acceptance
compassion and empathy
or maybe cutting out their further influence
shall errors happen again and again
or will we learn to not repeat
perhaps we just get better at not screwing up the small stuff
only to really fuck things up
going deep within
we will see ourselves clearly
monsters and angels
If you’ve not seen the movie above, I highly recommend it. I will tell you it’s disturbing but hits on so many points of humanity. Well-worth watching.
it took a global pandemic
for us to realize
the yin-yang of touch
and precision distancing
in these covid times
the good is the benefit we receive from hugs
the bad, this illness’ consequence
yet we still crave the magic of being held
Image credit; 五玄土 ORIENTO – Unsplash
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