i feel the winds of change
together
no, not together
alone
here, i am always alone
i’ve been here before
in my dreams
in my waking life
in my dreams that have yet to be dreamed
and yet
it is different this time
before
i was holding back
i say that i am seeking
the divine
madness
and yet
i am really seeking safety and security
in a different form
the madness is here
again
knocking at the door
i want to let her in
i want to answer her call
i don’t want to be afraid anymore
alone
i step
out
over the ledge
i am not waiting for a net
i am not asking for wings
i am not crying, “save me”
i am falling
i am tumbling
as i fall
through terror and exhilaration
through loss and love
i wonder
if i will live or die
Oh my dear friend. You are so lovely. Such a beautiful vulnerability you share in these words.
(hugs!)
and there i thought the image was too beautiful.
and then i read your words.
love,
tam
Oh, this strikes a chord in every heart, I think… And you will live, my friend… you will LIVE. And you will keep falling though, falling in love with yourself, meeting your truest self. :o) ((HUGS))
“i am not crying save me”
I liked that line. Are you brave? I am not. But I’m trying to fight my way there. Your words are beautiful, as are you.
Ann: I am. Not always. But often. My trouble is that I forget that I am. I am guessing that, as Winnie the Pooh so wisely says, “You are braver than you think.” xo
Tracy, Tammy, and Jen: Thank you. I am holding your words close.
All of this is just beautiful! I imagine you as a soaring bird after reading this, and also somehow visualize the soaring bird and your human self seeing each other…eye to eye….and recognizing the beauty beyond words you each hold.
the madness is here
again
knocking at the door