“What is really going on out there?”
I have to ask from time to time, because there are thoughts swirling around in my head, apart from my own ongoing thoughts that say that ‘there are no thoughts going on unless I put them there.’ Yet, they are there all the time, and I‘m not putting them there!
Confused? Yeah, me too.
Defensive barriers up. No more hurt. Please.
Then, armor overcome. Heart arrow-pierced.
Love at first sight, so quickly yielded.
Memories forever carved into the heart.
Love. Waiting, scheming, dreaming. For what?
To forever remember, to make promises? To whom, now?
Meanwhile, some hurting left to do.
Life no longer owned, yet no one else’s. Heart held hostage.
Separation. Sleepless nights.
No more smiles. No more laughter. No more softness.
No way to make her come back…..why did she go?
No longer playing her favorite notes, soul no longer singing, candle barely flickering.
Her candle. The light back to her heart, she said.
Promises to meet in the stars. The stars?
One more day, one more empty mailbox.
Meanwhile, some hurting left to do.
Some author once said something like, ‘Everything I write, places my own self at risk.’
In writing things that are to be read by other folks, I sometimes feel I should hit the Delete button instead of the Publish button. I often feel like I have stuck my foot in my mouth and wish I had said something more meaningful. That’s when I am not so sure about the survival of my ‘self.’
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Sometimes I feel like saying stuff that is not easily understood by many folks, and yet it might matter, so….
I look around at the piles of notes on scraps of paper on every horizontal surface in my office and I think, “I must get through this stuff, put it in a filing cabinet, or blog it and get the place tidied up. Then I remind myself that the paper is not sitting there inertly. It is today’s paper. Yesterday’s paper did get handled. How did this stuff sneak up on me?
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