Uncomfortable silence and gasping thoughts become strangled sentences…
I may not be able to articulate how I feel in a language that you can understand, because I am busy fighting my way back. Back from the red, black sparkling clouds that dance their way in my heart and mind carrying me away for days, weeks, months. Years.
Letting my body loosen I ask it, “Where do you hurt today?” The source of the incomprehensible where is it? Think, feel. Release.
I need comfort, ambient noise must be held at bay. All sound must be diffused ready to be consumed. Absorbed.
In my mind I float on waves, one at a time they wash me. I am cleansed by force. Cleansed with water and salt. Stinging. I float on the stimuli, and I think like a chess player.
Delicate harmony helps me chart my course, the one gifted by the Divine. Accepting the unsure, embracing the unknown, touching old wounds – collecting memory’s snapshots … somehow these things bring balance.
I am the mistress of the clandestine. I am fighting a battle unseen. I can’t tell you when I need to scream, when I need to punch, when I need to crumble. To you I am invincible. If you watch me you will understand my language.
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***Letting my body loosen I ask it, “Where do you hurt today?”***
That line chokes me up.
xxx from Duluth.
*and I think like a chess player.
Brilliant blog. Can I relate? Yes, because I’ve been inside your head. No platitudes from me. Just R E S P E C T [heart]
xoxoD.