{ lay it down }
sometimes < quelquefois > all you can do through the blur of tears
that comes with reaching out for the ghosts of a life past, a life which is yours no more ---
chasing down the histories you've lived repeatedly for years ---
imagining an infinite shore that curves steadily into an eternal yes ---
sometimes all you can do is close your eyes
shut out the ever-murmuring voice of disappointment
let your hair rest on your shoulder, close the door and let yourself
fall into that space between already and not yet.
and everything that's slipped from your grasp will be light as a feather,
not weights hanging from your ribs, not blades in your hands.
it doesn't make sense, it doesn't have to. for this hour the sadness is yours no more.
release yourself from the darkness now. let it go. lay it down.
--- s.r.
3 comments:
All I can think of is what you said last week:
"It ends when I say it ends."
You made my heart feel bigger and I believed in you more than ever.
And sometimes,
If you are REALLY lucky
You have friends who compose words like this, "imagining an infinite shore that curves steadily into an eternal yes"
And it helps.
Thank you for sharing in pain - I find you closest here.
oh, you two.
i love you.
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