Over the raptures
And over the thirst
Jumped the other
And he came in first.
Almost there
Yet truly unreckoned
Today he grieves
For coming in second.
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Pain...
nHaving that power that you don't want to use. Knowing something you didn't want to. Hearing the very thing you'd wished you wouldn't have to. Knowing that you would hear what you didn't want to. Knowing that you would come to it. Knowing that it was right. Like the soothsayer predicting his own death. Knowing that the undesirable will happen. Knowing that you are helpless against it. Knowing that pain is coming. Knowing that it will meet you on the very path on which you are walking. Knowing and still walking on it. Knowing pain when you see it. Knowing that you twitch with it. Knowing yourself. As you are. As things are. Knowing yourself without yourself. The bane of human intelligence. The Tipping Point.
Monday, December 8, 2008
The darkest hour...
Me: "What is that one thing that you would change if you could relive your entire life?"
Her: "Nothing, absolutely nothing. I'm happy with what I am, with what I've become."
And I could hear glass break. That sound in my ears was too loud to be mistaken. I went dumb.
Her: "What happened? Why are you silent?"
Me: "You know; If I had asked a stranger the same question, she would have said the same thing."
Her: "What does that mean?"
Me: "Nothing."
The glass was broken. Maybe I could pick up the pieces and join them back. But I didnt want to go into the trouble.
Why is glass so brittle?
Why do I let it break?
Why didn't I catch it?
Am I butter-fingers?
Such doubts crowd your mind. And you turn. And toss. You can't sleep. You aren't gonna do anything productive while awake. You are stuck. You are broke. You haven't broken up. But you aren't committed anymore. You don't know where you are going. You don't want to go anywhere. You don't wanna stay. You are at odds. With yourself. This is one of those times that men turn either philosopher or alcoholic. This is one of those times that you wake up. That darkest hour of the night before dawn. This is the final hurdle. This is the time that there is hope. That things will get better. From the south pole, every direction is north. It can only get better. If you get past this. IF.
Tomorrow remains to be seen. Today is what it is. The present. A Present.
Her: "Nothing, absolutely nothing. I'm happy with what I am, with what I've become."
And I could hear glass break. That sound in my ears was too loud to be mistaken. I went dumb.
Her: "What happened? Why are you silent?"
Me: "You know; If I had asked a stranger the same question, she would have said the same thing."
Her: "What does that mean?"
Me: "Nothing."
The glass was broken. Maybe I could pick up the pieces and join them back. But I didnt want to go into the trouble.
Why is glass so brittle?
Why do I let it break?
Why didn't I catch it?
Am I butter-fingers?
Such doubts crowd your mind. And you turn. And toss. You can't sleep. You aren't gonna do anything productive while awake. You are stuck. You are broke. You haven't broken up. But you aren't committed anymore. You don't know where you are going. You don't want to go anywhere. You don't wanna stay. You are at odds. With yourself. This is one of those times that men turn either philosopher or alcoholic. This is one of those times that you wake up. That darkest hour of the night before dawn. This is the final hurdle. This is the time that there is hope. That things will get better. From the south pole, every direction is north. It can only get better. If you get past this. IF.
Tomorrow remains to be seen. Today is what it is. The present. A Present.
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