Black BirdBlack bird, enfold me within your wings of night and lock away the images of time.I don't want to see them anymore!I don't see love but I want to feel it...The world's barbed wire of disappointment, wrap tight around my head, drawing tears of blood from my now tired, blackened eyes.Now black bird, lift my thin, dry corpse and carry away it's spirit...It has fought too hard to find it's home within life's desert of diversions.
Do you love the rain?Why do tears form?Is it the heart...is it the head...that I can't control?Does it really matter?Who am I?Words fall off my tongue...onto the page...like wet raindrops.Do you love the rain?To be soaked...Encased temporarily, within my doubt...baptized in my bullshit?Isn't that what it is?Just more drizzle to mix with the earth underneath Satan's shoes?Could you reach out your hand?Then lift my grey streaked face to the heavens above...Without a word...Can you hear me...?
There goes Mommy...I swing the little door off in the corner open, blinding and crisp warmth pours over my sight.Tears dance joyfully from my eyes and dive toward their inevitable demise.The sand underneath is hot between the toes. I'm walking...I'm wading...I'm drowning...I'm afraid.Both my silly smiling children wave back at my frantic gestures. Oh, my silly wonderful children. There goes mommy...Wrapping tight around my head, I feel the hiss of his voice, wait, where am I?Hitting against the solitary rock, the waves mock and threaten. Close your eyes...Tighter, stripping you bare. Feel it...Take it in...It cannot touch the core, your ballast is tethered securely down below.Higher and higher upon the laughter of children, you are free at last.There goes mommy...
ReflectionsWhen you are lonely and grieving like we are, you shift through the rubble and you find yourself thinking as you go...Can this be glued back together, but you know it will never be the same.Your grieving and the storm cloud darkens everything around you, so you yearn for the light you remember being there before...Now it's gone and broken and you don't know how to get the light back without fixing the debris.What a tough and impossible task it seems to be...Depression is unmotivating and tiring...How do you do it?Well, I sit here listening to Tori Amos for a little "life soundtrack" and think about this question.If in "real life" I was in this surrounding...I would reach in my DEEP pockets and pull out my small collection of slightly crumpled pictures of my smiling friends and family and slowly pan through them...I would then pull out a big ball of lint and a couple of shiny stones that caught my eye...I consider throwing out the lint but notice that it feels soft as I rub i
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