I could climb to the top of a towering gumtree and let the
words drift away on the wind.
or
I could dive beneath the depths of rippling water and the
words would float away on a wave
or
I could fly through the sky and the
words would fall like rain around me.
Some days....
The words are what hurt and the words are what's real. For a writer and a lover of words - the irony is that the pain is within those words.
When is a mother not a mother, the answer is - never! Some days the pressure relents a little and I take a breath and enjoy the calm. On the other days I seek to climb, run and soar to avoid the words. Only then can I ignore what's going on in my world.
Cheers, Fi
Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace. ~ Buddha
Very beautiful and calming and disturbing! all in one :)
ReplyDeleteLovely Fi. Very lovely.
I like the dichotomy you present
Check your email. It will all work out how it is intended. As much as we want to control things, sometimes it is out of our control. It is ok to not be strong and *grieve* but know that it isn't about you but them. They have to work through this how they see fit. I hope that they have tried to work on things before they came to the decision. Just be there to support both of them. And keep the lines of communication open with both of them.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we need a place where we can be ourselves. No one else there, no other thoughts or worries. I do hope you will find that place, find peace.
ReplyDeleteAnd when you return to the demands of life, you are stronger, strong enough to put hurtful words back into perspective.
*hugs*
Marion