Seeing into Saturday

Heeps of emotions have come and gone.....

 

Stop, for just one moment

Think about your script

Cup your ear, listen, can you hear anything

Apart from your heart beating...

Your breathing

 

Listen once more

Do you hear the heart of another

 

If someone offers you a curved ball in disguise

Would you try to catch it?

Pushing your limits for all you're worth

Or let it fall to the ground

As you walk away...?

 

Catch your breath, cradling it in your hands

Before it's your last

It happens fast, before your

Next breath of regret...

Make it right

 

Swallow hard

Does it really matter if you're wrong?

To be honest with ourselves stands tall

If we push it aside where will it leave us?

Colliding into the path of no return

 

Late is the hour

The nights draw in to comfort

For others, well, they're left out in the cold

The turkey and tinsel a warning

Of lonliness on the horizon

 

I knocked on the door

Waited, yet no one answered

Pride wedges in the gut

Swelling its belly ache

Sick to the stomach

 

Vulnerability sat on my shoulder

Without regret, I have been honest

Torn, to reveal my truth

If I was asked, would I repeat the same

Mistake, the mistake of honesty?

 

YES...by no means an error

 

Clear is my mirror when I look into it 

It can hurt like hell

But it springs pure and genuine

 

I've parked myself on the edge, stayed with the heat of the midday sun, remained in the day while I hung myself out to dry. I found it to be liberating, it has not destroyed me but informs me that I am real, I have true emotions and I've grown.  Given myself permission to recognise when I hurt, daring to share, to be willing to let others in, to taste my rawness....and they know.

 

 

LAURA