Come and dream
Dream of sleep
Dream of me walking alongside you, my hand gently holding yours
Dream of breathing as we walk towards the freshest air you have ever smelled
Moving air that will wash over and renew you –
Lift you up and carry you on.
Listen to my dream words
Believe this voice that says
You’ll be okay. Come on, let’s go.
Is it possible to not be aware of the love someone is giving you?
Is it possible to see it but not feel it in a way that matters?
It is possible to be unaware of signals someone is giving you.
So from where does the feeling of what someone else is sending you originate?
Does it come from within oneself?
Do you need to be open to it and not blocking it from some internal preconception?
In a distracted moment of brief inner (and semi-imagined) dialogue, I asked myself, “What do you do if your significant other doesn’t provide what you need?” and an answer shot back “Redefine your needs.”
So much is going on in my head, changes, possibilities, positives and negatives, hope, bewilderment. Not happy about this coming up as well, but I think it is a product of all the other goings on right now, and therefore requires due consideration in some way.
What does love look like in your life? Help me understand, with your comments and answers to these questions.
[ poetry inspired by this photo from Kylie Parks ]
Be however you feel
Forget the masks that you are compelled to wear
Be who you are at the moment
Honest and open
Let others ask
Let them know and really respond
Let us all be a little more honest
and each other
[ poetry inspired by this photo from Mariam Sitchinava ]
Let us touch
Let us remember the comfort of a friendly hand
Let it free us from our troubles
And bring us back to right now
All that is around us
All that is within us
All that matters
Over forty years being a pathetic demanding personality. Always looking for what I could get out of a relationship. Never fully understanding true friendship.
Missing out on true relationships.
Never fully being myself, afraid to reveal or be myself, afraid of being rejected. Always fear.
Preaching love above fear, but not living those words fully.
[ A particularly harsh assessment of myself, born of the pain and hurt of the past week. But it contains truth. And the truth guides me to where I want to go now, as I work towards a better place in life ]
With crazy exhaustion
Storm in my head
I should be in bed
But the restless questions
If only I could grip
Some cause or source
Instead of messy nothingness
Ripping me strip from strip
(10 May 2015)
What does it mean?
This hole in my heart
Part of me grieves
for the missing
and grieves for
to find in myself
that has been missing
my whole life.
I grieve for
“why don’t you love me”
and never really
Now I’m so weary
the eternal struggle
Now I fully understand
The truth is clear in front of me
Before there was a knowing
Now the realisation hits home
I will never be happy
I will never be content
I will never reach my potential
While I rely on others
For the love that I need
While my core belief remains
That I am unlovable
And I need love from others
To feel worthy.
It seems too big to overcome
I blame myself only
As I cry inside
Feel hopeless and useless
As I fail at life.
My anger was directed at myself
Because I thought it was unfair to direct it at someone else
Didn’t want to keep count of what wasn’t working
But neither was I keeping count of what was working
So my blinkered view contributed greatly to the darkness
So now I need to be clear in my mind
She never learnt how to show me love and understanding, despite my suggestions
I never learnt how to fully give her love, because she couldn’t tell me what she needed, and I would get caught up in her neglect of me
Full communication was always lacking
The deep and varied discussions that a relationship needs were mostly one-sided, me-sided
And that is from where my hurt stems. Her inability to share with me, about what really mattered, about what I needed to discuss.
(20 May 2015)
I don’t know discern recognise
What’s normal typical regular
Everything I see read hear
About from regarding others
Mainstream esoteric or public
Is foreign strange alien to me
I want inclusion involvement recognition
With others friends acquaintances
But the more I notice consider observe
The more separate isolated removed
I feel sense believe
(19 May 2015)
It’s not that I didn’t try
That there’s nothing in my house
Sharp enough to leave
Leave a mark somewhere else
then, leave a mark
on my heart, as
that we are both real
But the hurt isn’t the same
and I can’t control
the pounding in my head
silencing your voice
My heart bleeds
already, marked by your pain
listen to my screams
inject them into your veins
antidote to your poison
You’re holding my head
above the rising water
and I’m clinging to you
in wild desperation
sending my thanks
with each struggling breath
I will take the heat, the hurt,
the pressure, the weight
let it all go
so you will float to safety
I can breathe underwater
[ This duet started as my response to “Mark” by the very talented groundlingsup and grew from there. Please check out her amazing poetry as well. ]