When heart breaks turn in to headaches
and the "learning how to cope" becomes, well...
somewhat of a joke, I must say how funny it is
that we hopelessly give reason upon reason
for maintaining a smile,
which feels more like treason than honesty.
but honestly, why must we keep on saying
"I'm fine" and insisting on dignifying our pride?
when all the while the aching, throbbing mess
of what's deep in our chests is kept buried
like treasure so no one can see
that we are beautiful even if we're broken
and have no idea how to open up our hearts
to be healed and redeemed.
We long to feel loved, to be free...
so let's take the risk of losing our stilts
for the chance to fall into the abyss of truth
where hopes are revived and peace is restored.
Oh, what more could we want
than to know we are loved
not because of obligation or chore, but simply
because we are wanted and chosen.
And there is no good deed, nor bad thought
that could ever tear or rot that love—
that wood-bearing love that carries me.
1 comment:
This is beautifully written and much appreciated. Lately I've found it difficult to open up to even close friends without feeling like a project to them. Perhaps it's not always pride that keeps us from being honest with all people... perhaps it's knowing you're not safe. Not really safe. Just "pretend" safe. You know? Just thoughts in my head. Thanks for sharing yours.
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