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Sunday, June 22, 2014

To Balance The Light and Heavy

I still remember when love and loss first ran away from a country music song to come and sit with me in silence. I've attended funerals, but never buried love. Friendship wears a super hero's cape--when it's not soaring, it still holds the scent of a freshly painted sky... and I wake up on a familiar couch wrapped up like Christmas in a familiar blanket, with clouds imprinted on my cheek and the color of heaven faded on my fingertips. I kiss goodbye on the lips everyday and let it leave without me. Hello is a better kisser, but goodbye can still tempt me. Morning whispers one secret to me each visit-- I'm collecting them; Their value increases each day. I cut off the bread and eat the crusts. Not everything is a metaphor. Last night I saved a drowning victim in the bottom of a pool in my dream. I have a fear of swimming under water. I love flying. I wonder if a hot air balloon could stay up in the air holding the weight of what I feel. I hope emotions won't turn into kryptonite. I hope much more than I feel-- mostly to balance the light and heavy. I'm grateful for everything--even the pain, though it's not my favorite four letter word.

1 comment:

  1. I love your poetic prose, beautiful! I agree with the need to balance light and heavy in life as well as in writing. And to be grateful for everything -- there is a lesson to learn from every experience, even painful ones, to help us grow.

    Thank you for visiting. I was just here in the last few days catching up ... so we must be in synch! :)


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