Today I was re-reading a message that a friend sent me a day or two ago, when I was particularly struggling. I usually stick to posting my own words here, peppered with the occasional quote from another. But this is something I want to make sure I keep, and will find again, maybe when I really need it.
The deep black brought me another
In its chemically-induced night under the sun
Unlike the last, this one more recent
And rather than lightly sad
This one bitter
…
Small round white escape
Summons temporary death
Bringing short relief
Waiting for closed eyes
I wonder who the deep black
Will bring me tonight
No one is invincible
And for someone with that much love
That needs a place to go
It really needs to go
…
The drugs eased, but still
My heart rate slowed to a new low and sleep returned
This time dreaming of the return of a long lost friend
…
Sudden thought today: when I feel a need to withdraw, to isolate, I think what I really need to do may depend on why I’m feeling that urge.
Eyes and hands reach with
Nowhere to go but forward
Blind to one’s own heart
8:50 pm
On observing the particular journey of one close and dear.
Calm river surface
Conceals turbulent wishes
Still drifting forward
.
On observing the particular journey of one close and dear.
Persistent spring chill
The birth of an evening star
Sparks warm new prospects
I learned something important about myself today.
I need a best friend. Without one, I don’t feel whole.