I tried so hard to find these beautiful words but eventually gave in to all of the stormy ones. They were so much easier to find. But thats not to say there wasnt any good in the day. It felt good to allow myself to brood. So i did. Its okay to have a magnificent amount of joy and helplessness all in one day. Im not punishing myself for being so dark and gloomy. Just learning to live with both and thats life.
Heres my word list and poem? Following
Gleam
Cozy
Plaid??
Intention
Slow
Screaming
aching
hurting
Too much sound
Too much effort
Crushing weight
Dark
Solitary
Joyless
Cry for help
Useless
Helpless
Hopeful
Let it go
Melts away
Plaid.
A shout. A cry. A shriek. My aching feet. I close my eyes. Find the good. Whats the good word in this? Gleam? The tears gleam. Gleam is nice. Im trying to live slow. Be intentional. Give everything purpose. But whats mine? I make breakfast. I am optimistic. A beautiful slow sunday full of beautiful Meaningful words in front of me. Right at my fingertips. And then words, sounds, noise. Too much noise. Being thrown at me. I cant think anymore. I cant hear the good words. Then silence. Darkness. Too much. I wished for it and now i sit alone in the dark on my perfect slow sunday. I cant move. I am frozen again. She wails. I cry. Quick find the good. Blankets are cozy. Thats nice, cozy is nice. I bet i can find something to do with cozy. But I'm alone and i dont want to be alone. Im tired. I cant sit, i cant stand, stop complaing. But my feet.. stop. It hurts. It all hurts. My heart aches and it grieves. The weight is too much. I let it go. I let it be as it is because i know in the end it will just be a faint memory and i will say 'why did i try so hard'. Great. That was too loud. Here we go again. I give in. Dark. Solitary. Helpless. Hopeless. Useless. Joyless. Dred. And then.. what is that? Warmth. Its a hand. Hope. A cry for help answered. A hand in mine. A reminder that there is so much love my heart wants to explode. A reminder that I am not alone. We are here together. A reminder of hope. And moments cherished. Smile. A laugh? Bliss. Pure. Fresh. Everlasting. The bad washes away. It was never really there. And yet it was everything. And the good comes swooping in and yet it was never really there but the only thing that mattered. And that is where the good meets the bad and intangles itself like.. plaid
The honesty in your writing hits me every time. You don’t shy away. You look the page right in the eye and then I’m looking at it right in the eye, and then I see myself in your story. You just gave an emotional bookend to “plaid” and I’m swooning!
I tried so hard to find these beautiful words but eventually gave in to all of the stormy ones. They were so much easier to find. But thats not to say there wasnt any good in the day. It felt good to allow myself to brood. So i did. Its okay to have a magnificent amount of joy and helplessness all in one day. Im not punishing myself for being so dark and gloomy. Just learning to live with both and thats life.
Heres my word list and poem? Following
Gleam
Cozy
Plaid??
Intention
Slow
Screaming
aching
hurting
Too much sound
Too much effort
Crushing weight
Dark
Solitary
Joyless
Cry for help
Useless
Helpless
Hopeful
Let it go
Melts away
Plaid.
A shout. A cry. A shriek. My aching feet. I close my eyes. Find the good. Whats the good word in this? Gleam? The tears gleam. Gleam is nice. Im trying to live slow. Be intentional. Give everything purpose. But whats mine? I make breakfast. I am optimistic. A beautiful slow sunday full of beautiful Meaningful words in front of me. Right at my fingertips. And then words, sounds, noise. Too much noise. Being thrown at me. I cant think anymore. I cant hear the good words. Then silence. Darkness. Too much. I wished for it and now i sit alone in the dark on my perfect slow sunday. I cant move. I am frozen again. She wails. I cry. Quick find the good. Blankets are cozy. Thats nice, cozy is nice. I bet i can find something to do with cozy. But I'm alone and i dont want to be alone. Im tired. I cant sit, i cant stand, stop complaing. But my feet.. stop. It hurts. It all hurts. My heart aches and it grieves. The weight is too much. I let it go. I let it be as it is because i know in the end it will just be a faint memory and i will say 'why did i try so hard'. Great. That was too loud. Here we go again. I give in. Dark. Solitary. Helpless. Hopeless. Useless. Joyless. Dred. And then.. what is that? Warmth. Its a hand. Hope. A cry for help answered. A hand in mine. A reminder that there is so much love my heart wants to explode. A reminder that I am not alone. We are here together. A reminder of hope. And moments cherished. Smile. A laugh? Bliss. Pure. Fresh. Everlasting. The bad washes away. It was never really there. And yet it was everything. And the good comes swooping in and yet it was never really there but the only thing that mattered. And that is where the good meets the bad and intangles itself like.. plaid
The honesty in your writing hits me every time. You don’t shy away. You look the page right in the eye and then I’m looking at it right in the eye, and then I see myself in your story. You just gave an emotional bookend to “plaid” and I’m swooning!