My Raw Reality in Words Starts Here
On writing with pain: time to write it out joy can be here too
This place in the center of the circle of chaos is an odd one to be. It’s peace, it’s grace, it’s compassion, where life swirls about me. Where the soul and the human body exist with pain, yet the center remains. Stay in the center of the circle.
Can I be balance about the swirl?
See lately, I’ve become brutally aware of my body. Going to get real raw here and set these feelings free in words. Okay, breathe, it’s okay. I am okay. And it’s okay if I’m not okay. Keep breathing. Get it down, set it free.
Still I cry.
These past months, I’ve been sitting with an unknown nerve pain throughout my entire body. A pain that is with me in every moment, every movement. No root, no real catalyst I know of, no relief. And it’s turned me upside down. Then right-side up, and upside down again.
I have not felt this helpless in a long while. My words feel lost. I feel lost.
Words get caught in the burning, the sting, the frostbite feeling of this pain. For it has no time it isn’t there. It was the forefront of my days, leading the way. Still is in many moments. A pain, for the first time, I haven’t been sure I could get through. There have been…
