i am woman in a large
glass box
that is slowly
but steadily
filling with water
covering my feet
my ankles
my knees
padlocks of my
own design
keep me trapped
in this watery prison
the opaque panels
block me from view
murals painted with
images of my placid
face doing routine things
deceive the world
inside the box
the water
has reached
my hips
my waist
this water has weight
has heft
presses against me
locks me in place
speakers outside the box
play my prerecorded voice
soft and calm
lulling the audience
while the water the soothing
temperature of my bath
continues to rise
covers my chest
suffocates me
part of me fights
struggles to break free
longs for fresh air
longs for the light
part of me is tired
so very very tired
how easy it would be
to just let go
relinquish myself to
the darkness
the clock is ticking
as the water rises
dangerously high
up to my shoulders now
my voice will soon be gone
can I pull a Houdini
or will I drown
in this unholy
flood of my tears
my blood
my liquid pain?
(throws a rope) Here grab this!:) painful reading…
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Thank you my friend- it helps to know that I have not become completely invisible yet. I wish I did not feel so lost in the darkness right now.
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Sorry kiddo. 😁
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*hugs*
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Thank you Phoebe. Working through some tough stuff right now.
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This is just so sad and yet beautiful at the same time.
Part of me is tired too but we just can’t let go unless life let’s go of us.
We cannot be that week.
I am going to re blog this, I hope you do not mind that. Every one needs to read this beauty.
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I am flattered at the reblog and always hope that my writing resonates with others. I have not stopped fighting but wanted to honor the struggle.
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You deserve this!
You writing is commendable and if a share does any good, then why not?
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Agreed!
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You’re writing really resonates with me. I think when someone writes about something like this and brings out its poetry, even though it is so awful when you’re going through the sad feelings, I find it helpful in enabling you to accept it more and kind of nurture that sadness – that it is beautiful and deserves love and comfort too.
I guess it can be the same when you’re writing yourself and reading other people’s work.
Also, *hugs*
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Thank you Julia. It always is meaningful for me to hear that my writing resonates for someone. Just the process of writing this out helps me work out some of the intensity of the feelings. But I agree, it is important to honor and respect our sadness and even despair. They are part of what makes us, us and I love and respect my ability to feel deeply.
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I totally love this💓💓💓💓
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Haunting writing from Christine Ray of Brave and Reckless.
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