I don't know about all of you, but there are far too frequent moments in my life when I have held back the words I am thinking or feeling and instead search for that tactful (or even worse, politically correct) approach. Later, however, the unspoken words ring in my head for hours -- or days -- or even years; still trying to have their say.
In almost EVERY relationship, unspoken words remain between people. There are the words which collect in the back of my mind, filed away, oft times haunting me incessently. This is when I take a look at these unexpressed words from my writer perspective.
Currently, I have many files to unload of what I wanted to say -- express-- shout-- scream...
And so an essay, a pice of prosody, or a poem is born. Some of them may prove to be interesting to others but all make room. Room for a new self, for forgiveness of hurts, for tomorrow.
However, for the first time in my 54 years, this process is not helping me let go of the anger or hurt which I have been feeling since May of 2010. The remembering and the one sided conversations are stoking fires -- of rage.
Unlike before, there is a great silence, no bridge is built, there is no end in sight.
This writer surrenders.
The cure for anything
is salt water
sweat
tears
or the sea
~Isak Deneson~
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