the moon is bloated with the thoughts being cast its direction tonight,
so many people staring up at the same sky,
we’re alone,
until that moment we realize we’re not,
that moment we see the moon hovering above with all the thoughts of complicated beings just like us.
we think a touch can’t heal a broken heart,
a glance can’t fill an empty soul,
a laugh can’t scare away the lingering darkness of nightmares.
we think we are useless.
we listen to our lies.
the moon hangs in the sky daring us to stare and be cradled in its glow,
it creates a path out of darkness,
we follow,
it leads us deeper into the night,
shining on the brokenness of the others gathered there.
we can’t mend the torn stories in our mind,
playing doctor with each thought before we let it loose,
we crave wholeness,
clinging to the pieces we should have thrown away,
we listen to our lies.
the moon slips behind a lingering cloud,
we hold the fading light in our open hand,
we are still,
hoping the glow will brush back the night,
all of us staring at the same sky.
we pause.
we listen.
we offer silence and hope and understanding.
we gather the broken pieces and the scattered truths and the hushed epiphanies.
we stare at the bloated moon.
we listen to each others lies.
we brush them away.
we leave them behind.
we grab our complicated stories.
we ignore the lies we tell ourselves.
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smiles…i know those lies we tell outselves…minimizing ourselves and our importance…they are best ignored and i am glad you get there in the end as well….we make all the difference in the world…
This spawned from a couple of conversations over the weekend, how we should stop the sometimes other narratives playing in our heads and see that we are genuinely badass kind creatives. 🙂
This is very good, but I’m torn. I tend to think that you have a beautiful, brutal honesty to your writing, and that you aren’t the kind of person who would tell lies to themselves. Then again, I think I’m honest with myself when I know I’m not (I’m not gaining weight – it’s just that finally after two years these pants shrank in the dryer,) So many great images here – loved it and love you, Beckeleh
I am the queen of “wrongful narratives”. I live in that land and struggle to find my way out all too often.
Thank you Mosk.
I spewed a poem in the wee hours this morning that I’m about to post because I’m afraid if I don’t know I won’t, it is truly the battle of my mind. Looking forward to you reading it — and to reading you very soon over at your place.
OK, I’ll be on the lookout for yours!
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we think we’re alone until the moment we realize we’re not…under the same sky, dreaming the same dreams…good to pause and listen…good to move on again..not always easy…but knowing we’re not alone helps
Yes… exactly. Thank you Claudia. Remembering we are not alone, even in those dark and troubled thoughts.
… and yet somehow we go on. Well said.
Thank you! Thanks for finding me.
love the wisdom and metaphors in this one, masterful job.
Thank you!
You’ve written some thoughtful words here, B. Good job. If you’ve had a thought or experience, you are not alone. You can be plu-positive sure there are 100’s out there somewhere who’ve had the same experience or thought. Have you ever heard of the six degrees of separation?
Thank you Lindy. Hugs.
Really amazing. I am walking away with something after reading this. Thank you for sharing your thoughts so eloquently. Keep writing.
Thank you!
Your comment leaves me very humbled and appreciative.
is there any human who hasn’t told themselves those lies?
thanks for showing it IS possible to ignore them.
*Love* & *Hugs*
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Exactly!
We all do it and we should all stop.
‘we crave wholeness,
clinging to the pieces we should have thrown away,
we listen to our lies’
My favourite lines from this poem, well written 🙂
Thank you!
That is a concept I’ve been wrapping my mind around so much lately.