Dialogue

♫Oh lord, oh lord, I've danced on the edge
Of love and defeat and my grief as it bled;
Oh lord, oh lord, what do I do?
I'll bleed out if I have to.♫

It isn't pretty, is it?
No. It is ugly and you feel that.
It is ugly, grotesque even, and your face contorts at the thought of it,
But it will not stick that way- I'll make sure of it.

There is regret in here,
That I didn't touch all the places while I could,
That I didn't do what I could properly.
It will be hard, and I live in there too.
This feeling,
This thing that we share so well and so wholly,
Is like a train in the night, simply passing through our skull.
Eventually its ringing will cease to trouble you.
Eventually the trembling will stop.

But- the ocean is a part of me! It sloshes around in my guts. It annoys my organs.
Why can't I control it? Why must it leak out now?
You are not an ocean.
Salty tears are a resource, and you should relish each appearance.
The ocean appeals to you because it isn't rigid, not like you.
Allow yourself an ebb and flow.
Allow your tides to rise and crash against the sea wall.
The waves will wash out again.

I loved him too much.
No. We love him, and that will not change.
Don't push that away, you need it now. He needs it now.

To tell the truth-
I know our truth.
They are like little children,
And we both cannot handle them fully.
Then raise them up. Let them grow.

♫Oh lord, oh lord, I might never be done.
To learn and to feel what I always have scorned.
Oh lord, oh lord, I know what to do.
I'll stitch up all of my wounds.♫

Author's Note

The stanzas with the music notes are to be sung to the tune of "Devil's Backbone" by The Civil Wars.

Reviews

[usman]

Another great write up from a great artist...nice job

[Emily]

Thank you usman!