Words that fill spaces
I stood there foldingbmy laundry making mental notes of all the things I wanted to say to people. Yet the words will remain therein my mind because tggerevis no way I am going to push myself back into anyone's life that doesn't love me for the changes I gave made.
I let the words drain back down my tunnel and into some place sorted for lost cause words. Entering this phase of my life I have to not let the ones who turn away bother me. I have to accept things.
Clearly doors have been nailed shut and bridges have been burned. The opportunity to rebuild is indifferent. Need isn't there. That is the greatest achievement. Recognizing some people are just not meant to hear your words.
With that kind of acknowledgement you don't get to feel cold nor heated by their distances. Best part is that you only hope the greatest things for them but don't need to say face to face. That is the peace in changing.
Even when you, at one point, wanted nothing more to give the taste of your silence. Yet what factor did that play but hurting only you. See they had already removed you from importance long ago. That is bitter pill to swallow but it is the harsh reality of truth. Even as I stood still for a moment realizing that, a wham slammed hard in my mind. Shattering any possible need for them to even listen to my thoughts.
Yet I know they do. Still. I write for me. This has been the greatest therapy for me. A release of all tragedies and triumphs. This is where I laid out my darkest corners and where I have shown many the light I follow now.
It has been a long road in just a year but so many pieces have been found. So sure I dry my tears as I say thank you. Not knowing exactly who deserves to hear the words, I just needed to say them.
As I finish the laundry and prepare for the day tho really brighten I am grateful to have come across a point of being in same place as one earlier. Just not saying anything. Carrying on as to respect their space.
Recognizing we can be strangers after all things carried. It's a calm that overtakes me. A joy that finds me reaching inside for one more hopeful moment. As strangers unknown to a space in time.
Who knows. One day my words will fill ears and minds. Maybe even travel to emotions. Yet today, if a sentence is heard, let it be thank you. That is where I leave all conversations.
I let the words drain back down my tunnel and into some place sorted for lost cause words. Entering this phase of my life I have to not let the ones who turn away bother me. I have to accept things.
Clearly doors have been nailed shut and bridges have been burned. The opportunity to rebuild is indifferent. Need isn't there. That is the greatest achievement. Recognizing some people are just not meant to hear your words.
With that kind of acknowledgement you don't get to feel cold nor heated by their distances. Best part is that you only hope the greatest things for them but don't need to say face to face. That is the peace in changing.
Even when you, at one point, wanted nothing more to give the taste of your silence. Yet what factor did that play but hurting only you. See they had already removed you from importance long ago. That is bitter pill to swallow but it is the harsh reality of truth. Even as I stood still for a moment realizing that, a wham slammed hard in my mind. Shattering any possible need for them to even listen to my thoughts.
Yet I know they do. Still. I write for me. This has been the greatest therapy for me. A release of all tragedies and triumphs. This is where I laid out my darkest corners and where I have shown many the light I follow now.
It has been a long road in just a year but so many pieces have been found. So sure I dry my tears as I say thank you. Not knowing exactly who deserves to hear the words, I just needed to say them.
As I finish the laundry and prepare for the day tho really brighten I am grateful to have come across a point of being in same place as one earlier. Just not saying anything. Carrying on as to respect their space.
Recognizing we can be strangers after all things carried. It's a calm that overtakes me. A joy that finds me reaching inside for one more hopeful moment. As strangers unknown to a space in time.
Who knows. One day my words will fill ears and minds. Maybe even travel to emotions. Yet today, if a sentence is heard, let it be thank you. That is where I leave all conversations.
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