Stillness is where it all begins, In quietness and rest, you will gain life again. In release and trust is where it continues. In standing, with arms wide open, In outstretching hands, In exhaling, In breathing, In being, In. Be.
The momentary confines And the viscosity of this remembering It sticks to my throat And I think of ways to love Beyond the way of words Beyond the everyday exchange But to hold on to everything Past and future in these frail hands Sew them deep into the leftover stains From Sunday brunches And midnight snacks
At ease You tell me I listen, I listen, I listen
The pain of telling stories Clutches onto my chest I wish I could tell you what hurts And what doesn't
If life was a day... What would a day in the life look like? Would you dream with no time to bring said dream to light? With no time to heal would you put up a fight? With little time to work on yourself would you even listen to another's plight? It would eliminate the full spectrum of pain and hate But the cycle of love and that connection would be on the same connecting flight Couldn't enjoy the finer things, no more designer things No time to trend, no time to reach that hight Would there be time to worry about right and wrong, would you learn wrong from right? I don't know...I might
Good times are so few and far between Hardly seen Never lasting If I never find another, what do you think that could mean? Blink and you'll miss 'em So I remove the eyelids, see, I can listen And I don't sleep for a reason I hear that's deaths cousin... ...it's not the weirdest thing to believe in
I'm sorry to hear about the difficult experiences you've had to endure. It's understandable that the fear and pain you felt at a young age would have a lasting impact on you. It takes a lot of strength to trust yourself and listen to your inner voice when those around you have caused you harm. And it's not easy to carry the weight of grief and brokenness within you.
But I'm glad to hear that you found solace in words and were able to use them as a tool for healing. It's amazing how writing can help us connect with ourselves and the world around us. It's inspiring to see that you were able to break down some of those protective walls and allow yourself to live in the present moment.
I want you to know that you're not alone and that it's okay to feel vulnerable and fragile sometimes. You are brave and resilient for continuing to listen to your heart and your inner voice, even when it's hard. And I hope that you continue to find ways to express yourself and connect with the world in meaningful ways.
