Off in the silent distance you watch a young woman moving through her life's lessons longing to find understanding seeking meaning and purpose. Sometimes she busys herself with mundane efforts or duties as chores to keep hurt and pain from absorbing her again.
Each new chapter of her book of life opens; rarely dramatically, mostly silently, hidden beneath the noise of the obvious waiting to reveal meaning gradually, slowly, carefully, oh so carefully as if a precious treasure to be found only when she might be ready to receive it.
You are curiously aware of her struggling, of her budding strength but notice more her weakness and few fleeting successes with constant challenges that strap her fast as ropes harnessed on so many points of her being. She sweats and strains to loosen that which binds her but always stops spent and exhausted relaxing against that all too familiar embrace.
You see her but watch with distant silence.
You blink, you breathe, you look away, you don't care, she has no meaning to you as you lose yourself in the noise of your obvious.
Precious treasures groan under the weight of another lesson lost, still hidden as the chapter closes knowing your next lesson will soon unfold as it always has and it always will.
Each new chapter of her book of life opens; rarely dramatically, mostly silently, hidden beneath the noise of the obvious waiting to reveal meaning gradually, slowly, carefully, oh so carefully as if a precious treasure to be found only when she might be ready to receive it.
You are curiously aware of her struggling, of her budding strength but notice more her weakness and few fleeting successes with constant challenges that strap her fast as ropes harnessed on so many points of her being. She sweats and strains to loosen that which binds her but always stops spent and exhausted relaxing against that all too familiar embrace.
You see her but watch with distant silence.
You blink, you breathe, you look away, you don't care, she has no meaning to you as you lose yourself in the noise of your obvious.
Precious treasures groan under the weight of another lesson lost, still hidden as the chapter closes knowing your next lesson will soon unfold as it always has and it always will.
Wow... very deep, very sad. But very well written.
ReplyDeleteThank you Juhls for reading and responding. :))))
ReplyDeleteThere is hope in this message with the woman's budding strength and unyielding struggle forward. Also the lesson of reaching beyond our own noise and not being silent and distant but instead going forth in kindness and concern and offer support and encouragment selflessly...
Very nice. On second read, I can see the layers peeling away - a very complex piece full of beauty and hope as you mentioned! Keep up the good work. ~ Juhls
ReplyDeleteis the distant silence of your own choosing? Maybe it is unnecessary?
ReplyDeleteA good friend of mine told me of a quote from Dr. Seuss, "Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
I'm just saying that maybe silence is worse than telling how you feel.
... in the silent distance i saw a pain asking me to be her friend, so i said sure come and be inside me, but please be ready to get kicked out of my mind as soon as i turn the music on, and if you cant take that then please leave... well pain said ohhh okay, and we joined, it was intense feeling, but i can say we get along just fine, pain reminds me that its okay to feel once in a while, and other times to ignore... like right now, am having my strawberry ice cream on a stick, my bubble gum is stuck under the table top, my legs are stretched on the chair beside me, and left foot sandal just feel off my foot...i wonder if anyone noticed that!!!
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