Unfriendly Days…Sadness

October 3, 2009 irishwordpainter

A girl was crying in the park yesterday. She was leaning on her elbows, head resting on her hands as her body shuddered with forced breath. I watched her, and then I listened to her, and then I ached for her.

Cells have memory; an unfortunate fact that is reiterated by every heartbreaking tale woven from the lips of the scorned. It seems unjust that the body holds on even when the heart has let go… it chimes in with a rebirth of the defeating sensation of waking up restless at 2:00 am… staring into dark corners… searching for answers that were never there.

I know regardless of my careful aim, these words will fall short of the mark. Humanity has left you… this is what I tell myself… it is my non-existent answer in the dark. I wonder when it happened, or if it happened at all… if cruelty could have been your birthright? The real question though, the one that has you once again on my mind… the one that was brought to life while watching that broken girl in the park… Do you unwittingly choose to devour the souls of people who could save yours? Do you ever sit with the sadness you create? Does it settle somewhere in the deepest regions of your heart… charted or uncharted… haunting the happy moments, or do you habitually step over it without hesitation?

The question remains rhetorical and lingers weightless. I know better than to ask anything of you… I am happy, and I suppose, in a strange way, I am thankful. If it weren’t for the memory of you…the unfriendly days, the weight of it…the sadness, I may never have accepted this imperfect but well-fitted gift. It seems I had to lose everything… so that I could begin. Now, I truly can change the answer to fit the question….isn’t that ironic?

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1. dancinpoppies | October 16, 2009 at 6:59 pm

I felt every word, tasted every word, and my eyes saw through the story the way it was told. Very good writing and emotion involved….

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