Let it flow…
That’s right isn’t it? Let it flow… let it pour… let it go…
There are so many words trapped inside. So many emotions. So many feelings. Can I start at the beginning? I don’t even know where that is…
I’m numb. But no. I’m not. The atmosphere is emotionally charged. I feel it in my skin. The rumbles of a storm in every breath I take. …calm down, count to ten, keep breathing… I don’t want to calm. I don’t want calm. I want storms and ripped and wretched and bare…
And I smile… but the smile never hits my eyes. It doesn’t light me. It’s false. As false as the mask I wear. I’m another bad actor in some awful forgotten play.
…let the words out…
Find a song to open this damn and let the emotions into the words.
Song choice. Florence and the Machine. What the water gave me.
~…Strength…~
Old tree
blackened by time,
Shaped by the wind
as it passes down the line,
Gnarled branches
barren and bare,
Living and breathing
but barely there,
The rain it falls
darkest storm,
Rip the sky in two
tree stands forlorn,
Lightening hits the ground
scorched earth wet,
Tree stands alone
nothing happens and yet,
It’s just a tree
no beauty or grace,
So very alone
in this desolate place,
Wind howls louder
higher higher,
Lightening tears across the sky
brilliance of white fire,
Old tree braces
against the wind stands so still,
Steadfast and alone
strength and iron will…
The words they don’t make sense. There’s no power. No anguish. No desolation, turmoil, wretchedness. No depth. It’s all wrong and not enough. I’ve built these walls so high the emotion, the depth is struggling to get out. It’s drowning in an endless ocean of words. I can’t find the lever to release it all in this symphony of sounds. It’s to dark. So dark. I can’t swim.
…calm down, count to ten, keep breathing… I don’t want to calm. I don’t want calm. I want storms and ripped and wretched and bare…
I want feeling.
Depth…
An empty space.... 