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Please Say Something
tell me again
it will be alright,
because back to
normal
is starting to feel
a lot like a place
I’ve never been
my lungs
are antique iron,
rusted and unforgiving;
constricted
like my heart,
compressed tightly
beyond my ability
to breathe deep
by a world
full of intentions
I can’t ever seem
to recover from
completely
muscles and tendons
that refuse to relax,
screaming obscenities;
dull, tarnished swords
always at the ready,
on guard against
imminent attack
by foreign armies,
never bothering
to hold up the mirror
that would show them
their own angry faces
staring back
that raw burn
when I fell asleep
in the blazing
south Florida sun
revisits it’s memory
down my useless body
(tales of poor judgement
by a fourth grade nothing),
and it solidly fucks me up
in my
already unbelievable mind
to look at blistering skin
~surely my eyes are liars~
finding nothing;
no point of origin
for my pain
so tell me again
it will be alright,
because I keep forgetting;
I’m begging you
for all those speeches
about how this will pass;
please say something
even if your words
come out like sandpaper
against glass -
painful and ineffective
to your own ears;
they sound like balm
to mine
say anything at all,
so I can pretend
~I’ve got this~
while I hang on tightly
to your every word
in my desperation,
my greedy hope;
remind me
to keep swimming
parallel to the shore
until I find myself
free of this
exhausting riptide
and can finally point
my way back
to normal
it will be alright,
because back to
normal
is starting to feel
a lot like a place
I’ve never been
my lungs
are antique iron,
rusted and unforgiving;
constricted
like my heart,
compressed tightly
beyond my ability
to breathe deep
by a world
full of intentions
I can’t ever seem
to recover from
completely
muscles and tendons
that refuse to relax,
screaming obscenities;
dull, tarnished swords
always at the ready,
on guard against
imminent attack
by foreign armies,
never bothering
to hold up the mirror
that would show them
their own angry faces
staring back
that raw burn
when I fell asleep
in the blazing
south Florida sun
revisits it’s memory
down my useless body
(tales of poor judgement
by a fourth grade nothing),
and it solidly fucks me up
in my
already unbelievable mind
to look at blistering skin
~surely my eyes are liars~
finding nothing;
no point of origin
for my pain
so tell me again
it will be alright,
because I keep forgetting;
I’m begging you
for all those speeches
about how this will pass;
please say something
even if your words
come out like sandpaper
against glass -
painful and ineffective
to your own ears;
they sound like balm
to mine
say anything at all,
so I can pretend
~I’ve got this~
while I hang on tightly
to your every word
in my desperation,
my greedy hope;
remind me
to keep swimming
parallel to the shore
until I find myself
free of this
exhausting riptide
and can finally point
my way back
to normal
Published 16th Dec 2019
Author's Note
I’m thankful for the fact that I always forget the intensity of a flare in the in-between.
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Anonymous
16th Dec 2019 8:26am
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16th Dec 2019 2:23pm
I both hate and love that you can relate, Sky_dancer - to relate means you go through it, too, and that is heartbreaking. But to know I’m not alone is soothing at the same time. Thank you so much for lending me your ear and for making me feel really heard; it’s such a gift 💜.
17th Dec 2019 00:18am
Wow such a powerful emotive piece!👏
This line in particular I can really relate to,
"normal
is starting to feel
a lot like a place
I’ve never been"
I feel this so deeply very very accurate
Great write I dig this!
This line in particular I can really relate to,
"normal
is starting to feel
a lot like a place
I’ve never been"
I feel this so deeply very very accurate
Great write I dig this!
17th Dec 2019 6:14am
You definitely got this. No pretending needed. You're a goddess beyond warrior.
18th Dec 2019 6:14am
17th Dec 2019 6:45pm
Dear L,
Whoa! I so appreciate your words here! I am terribly sorry when you are experiencing these moments but your ability to write about the intensity of them with such grace and ability to understand it from your point of view is bleeping genius!
I hope you are feeling a bit more yourself at this write. Your beauty and white light shines through to the rest of us! Fantasic write!! H🌷
Whoa! I so appreciate your words here! I am terribly sorry when you are experiencing these moments but your ability to write about the intensity of them with such grace and ability to understand it from your point of view is bleeping genius!
I hope you are feeling a bit more yourself at this write. Your beauty and white light shines through to the rest of us! Fantasic write!! H🌷
18th Dec 2019 6:14am
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19th Dec 2019 5:35pm
You manage to frame the struggle with such clarity, emphasis, precision. It is so stirring for me, as someone who moves through the turbulent cycles and has to deal with the crisis core and the aftermath, the aftershocks that move through the microcosm of our relationships. Title seems a perfect pluck from the content. I do the same. Love the metaphor following the title in the body of the work, as well as the riptide metaphor. Check out my series My Left is Underhanded. I think it was episode 2 where I describe swimming out into the ocean and getting caught in a riptide. An actual occurrence, but also a very similar metaphor to yours here. We often resonate. Namaste.
Your way with words, combined with the emotion you instill is quite powerful... This saddens me, but you did a wonderful job. Great writing, Luna :)
28th Dec 2019 1:35am
Damn, like breaking through a wall, trying to return to a place that never existed
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28th Dec 2019 5:56pm
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