"I swing form anger to sadness and I seem to have no control over this"
"Shutting down my temper and reactions seem to shut down most everything else as well."
"I can't get away from it and I can't deal with it"
Frustration, anger, helplessness
A silent unbidden cry for help
Echoes, absorbed by the aether
as a single lone call of a loon in the fog
A stirring, unnoticed
A whisper, unheard
The cry is answered
The future set in motion
The stage set, casting complete
The aether ripples, the cry the source
Souls are brought together
Five cries joined by one
They are answered
Soothed by pain
Pain of knowledge
Pain of feeling
Pain acknowledged
Pain embraced
Six souls briefly become one
Never to be only six again
The cries are no longer silent
The cries are heard by all as if one
As a single call of the loon answered in the fog
The stirring felt
The whisper heard
The ripples still spread
A single cry cannot be stopped.
I was preparing the Thanksgiving Day meal, listening to Nickelback, while the house was empty and this came to me...I don't know if it was memory triggered by the lyrics, the music or just time for this to come out. I no longer think much about the why, I just accept it and keep listening to the whispers.
Those who were part of this know the significance of the numbers, the pain and the loon.
P.S. I added the first three lines from a letter that I had written 4 months ago. Those were the basic distilled messages that it contained. It is worth noting that the first three words, frustration, anger and helplessness figured prominently in the letter along with the lines.
While the letter was not on my mind, as I had only stumbled upon it while searching for something else today, I do believe that it was my silent cry.
Jeffrey
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