tiptoeing in
to this oppressive
darkness that can
only be partly shared
the darkness i must
bare, now,
for as long as he
lives
tears silently
collecting them before
the fall
the echoes of his
screams still haunt
this silence
ear plugs
headphones
to create some
desperate
bubble
even then
there is no plug
for the guilt
the regret the
contempt for
this colossal mistake
from which there
is
no
escape.
and then an image of
You
my Love
flashes
and i can no longer catch
tears
they splinter
when you need me
not to,
i am shattering
posted by SuperDha at 12:52 am
4 Comments:
Shattering is good sometimes isn't it. Imagine the pain a flower feels before it blooms? Isn't 'destruction' the birth of beautiful things and people?
At the end of the day, after all is said and done, I think I agree.
When I'm at my most cynical though, I wonder whether this is yet another thing we tell ourselves to help us get through, and to justify and rationalise the crap that we go through, and often put ourselves through and put on others. There are lots of examples I think, of people who did great things and probably were able to because they were relatively unencumbered by trauma and struggle... And then there's the rest of us... :)
:-) Only time can tell I guess when we have had a chance to look back at our lives. We should be kinder to ourselves, though its very challenging at times.
You're right... Self-compassion... Most of us can definitely do with more of that!
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