When life begins to hurt... the tongue is not the organ that comes to rescue. It is often the battle between the head and the heart that rages wild and in which it becomes difficult or impossible, even, to pick sides. And you are trapped in the threads you began to play with...
What do you do with pieces of a broken heart? Or with the shards of a broken life? Do you go about your days in a haze, wondering if there is light at the end of the tunnel? Or do you begin that difficult journey to heal? Where would you go? How far would you travel to heal?
It is often the people that we love most who we hurt the deepest, too. We know exactly 'that' spot where it hurts, bleeds, and breaks. We know each crackle that announces the break, each drop that dripped and each sore that turned from red, to blue to black and purple before turning a dull brown. But the bruises continue to hurt. Long after.
And suddenly, out of nowhere, the door knob jabs you again- in the gut. Because you were rushing out, and did not see, nor care what or who was in the way. Actually, you could not see- the tears made the vision blurry and the breath short. It knocks the breath out and with a jerky breath, you try again to breathe deeply. Because each breath hurts, too. You are now looking for an escape- may be to another world... Where the hurt does not matter. Where it is fine to let feelings be. And where love (and coffee) conquer all!!
Then- you get tired of being tired. You get sick of being sick. And it is time for a turnaround. And time is an arrow- will go only one way. Why must we stay in the past when we are moving into an unchartered future ash moment? Why must we continue to hurt for days, weeks or even months and years when the initial trauma lasted only a few seconds or minutes? Perhaps we hold on to it? Perhaps, we try to convince ourselves of each victory being worth a celebration and a matter of pride- telling ourselves- YOU did that! imagine!! despite the broken heart, despite the broken life, despite the dripping and the bleeding... we feel a sense of accomplishment at having trained THIS dragon, too.
The untameable. The unbeatable. The dark dragon in the night that got darker and quieter than anything we had witnessed earlier. But fairy tales tell us life is wrath it. They tell us that dragons do exist- they rear their head and spit fire, too. But... and this is what is important- they can be beaten.
And when you have no one you can talk to...
No one who will listen...
Not a soul who would understand the pain...
None to acknowledge your pain and allow it to pass...
Who would you turn to? You would turn to yourself... write, journal, talk to yourself. Look into the mirror and tell yourself that you matter.
And allow the healing to happen-
Photo art- Courtesy Simran Anand
What do you do with pieces of a broken heart? Or with the shards of a broken life? Do you go about your days in a haze, wondering if there is light at the end of the tunnel? Or do you begin that difficult journey to heal? Where would you go? How far would you travel to heal?
It is often the people that we love most who we hurt the deepest, too. We know exactly 'that' spot where it hurts, bleeds, and breaks. We know each crackle that announces the break, each drop that dripped and each sore that turned from red, to blue to black and purple before turning a dull brown. But the bruises continue to hurt. Long after.
And suddenly, out of nowhere, the door knob jabs you again- in the gut. Because you were rushing out, and did not see, nor care what or who was in the way. Actually, you could not see- the tears made the vision blurry and the breath short. It knocks the breath out and with a jerky breath, you try again to breathe deeply. Because each breath hurts, too. You are now looking for an escape- may be to another world... Where the hurt does not matter. Where it is fine to let feelings be. And where love (and coffee) conquer all!!
Then- you get tired of being tired. You get sick of being sick. And it is time for a turnaround. And time is an arrow- will go only one way. Why must we stay in the past when we are moving into an unchartered future ash moment? Why must we continue to hurt for days, weeks or even months and years when the initial trauma lasted only a few seconds or minutes? Perhaps we hold on to it? Perhaps, we try to convince ourselves of each victory being worth a celebration and a matter of pride- telling ourselves- YOU did that! imagine!! despite the broken heart, despite the broken life, despite the dripping and the bleeding... we feel a sense of accomplishment at having trained THIS dragon, too.
The untameable. The unbeatable. The dark dragon in the night that got darker and quieter than anything we had witnessed earlier. But fairy tales tell us life is wrath it. They tell us that dragons do exist- they rear their head and spit fire, too. But... and this is what is important- they can be beaten.
And when you have no one you can talk to...
No one who will listen...
Not a soul who would understand the pain...
None to acknowledge your pain and allow it to pass...
Who would you turn to? You would turn to yourself... write, journal, talk to yourself. Look into the mirror and tell yourself that you matter.
And allow the healing to happen-
2 comments:
Isn't blogging great to get what every off of your chest.
Coffee is on
Dora! This is the month to heal!!! Yes- bring on the coffee!
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