(Pre-script: This post uncorks and flows freely when paired with the song," Closer," #17 on the playlist, so go down, click that song on, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)
At the end of the day
when you are left with the words
that never got said
that got stuck on your tongue
that got drowned in your blubbering
distracted by your wondering, wandering thoughts
squelched, suffocated by self conscious insecurity
pour them out on the page
pour them out with the tears
let the storm sweep you up
wash you down the river
out to sea
let the waves roll you
over and over yourself again and again
and again and
leave you wrecked and exhausted
and spent
on the shore
some shore of your mind
solid as the sand that shifts beneath you
open your hand, look and see what remains, open
your heart, touch and feel
what has been softened, restored,
open your mouth,
let what is falling off your tongue
fall freely, finally
as
you dig your toes deeper in to the solid something underneath
open your eyes,
and watch
the rising sun
even as the wind
blows you senselessly silly.
-XOXO,
when you are left with the words
that never got said
that got stuck on your tongue
that got drowned in your blubbering
distracted by your wondering, wandering thoughts
squelched, suffocated by self conscious insecurity
pour them out on the page
pour them out with the tears
let the storm sweep you up
wash you down the river
out to sea
let the waves roll you
over and over yourself again and again
and again and
leave you wrecked and exhausted
and spent
on the shore
some shore of your mind
solid as the sand that shifts beneath you
open your hand, look and see what remains, open
your heart, touch and feel
what has been softened, restored,
open your mouth,
let what is falling off your tongue
fall freely, finally
as
you dig your toes deeper in to the solid something underneath
open your eyes,
and watch
the rising sun
even as the wind
blows you senselessly silly.
-XOXO,
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