Reminders
A movie brings me back to tears of laughter. A song reminds me of a shock. A conversation reminds me of a deep voice. Even taking a look at clothing and a kind walk through a mall rekindles a day of awkward moments. Those days are long gone.
And the days that followed showed me the broken bits of a person I wanted to help so badly. Only to realize I could do nothing to change life. That tore me beyond all compare. And I walked away. Letting go and seeing that I wasn't the right person.
Dropping down to the years that followed. Time erased the oddities. Time placed newer levels of patience and kindness. Forgoing the need to be reminded of what was festering. Unclear of how I could stand, I let space, distance kill any emotions. The best strategy I found and it worked so nicely.
Still I carried on life. I built new bridges with different people. Not once even looking back. Saying that our last conversation was in total disregard of the one thing, the one point that was necessary. And still I thought I would be understood.
I was mistaken because you were still hurting, scattered in pieces that were too sharp for my hands. Then everything was sliced in half. That halting point made perfect sense. Growth was needed and it was given.
Me? I backed away. Unable to grasp and let go.
Next line of defense was all the droppings of slogans in a book or in a movie that made me recall just how divided we were. And still I wondered. Said nothing. Let life of the world take me. Allowing to fall into the cracks and find me.
Then just a time ago, I got a line. That stunned me. I was grateful but still angry. Jehovah did just as he should, reminded me that people do care. That is where I find myself today. Listening to music given to me at one point in time, country. And still love watching the Lake House. Truly I still think of possibilities that are there.
Ah and now I am watching it again. Unfolding the depth of love in a film. Thank you for a reminder. And a Tim McGraw/Faith Hill song "Its your love" that pushes me through. Invites me to remember Jehovah. Now that is the best friend a girl could ever have. Blessed to know you.
And the days that followed showed me the broken bits of a person I wanted to help so badly. Only to realize I could do nothing to change life. That tore me beyond all compare. And I walked away. Letting go and seeing that I wasn't the right person.
Dropping down to the years that followed. Time erased the oddities. Time placed newer levels of patience and kindness. Forgoing the need to be reminded of what was festering. Unclear of how I could stand, I let space, distance kill any emotions. The best strategy I found and it worked so nicely.
Still I carried on life. I built new bridges with different people. Not once even looking back. Saying that our last conversation was in total disregard of the one thing, the one point that was necessary. And still I thought I would be understood.
I was mistaken because you were still hurting, scattered in pieces that were too sharp for my hands. Then everything was sliced in half. That halting point made perfect sense. Growth was needed and it was given.
Me? I backed away. Unable to grasp and let go.
Next line of defense was all the droppings of slogans in a book or in a movie that made me recall just how divided we were. And still I wondered. Said nothing. Let life of the world take me. Allowing to fall into the cracks and find me.
Then just a time ago, I got a line. That stunned me. I was grateful but still angry. Jehovah did just as he should, reminded me that people do care. That is where I find myself today. Listening to music given to me at one point in time, country. And still love watching the Lake House. Truly I still think of possibilities that are there.
Ah and now I am watching it again. Unfolding the depth of love in a film. Thank you for a reminder. And a Tim McGraw/Faith Hill song "Its your love" that pushes me through. Invites me to remember Jehovah. Now that is the best friend a girl could ever have. Blessed to know you.
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