Sometimes I run across a post floating around in blog land that just hits me the right way and I feel compelled to write in respond. Recently this happened while I was over at Monica's Place. I began a comment and it turned into a poem. Thought I would share it here.
Monica Unwrapped
layers and layers folded upon you
thin, airy fabrics of almost unnoticeable existence
one is nothing, an inconvenience
another layer merely a moment of discomfort
laced together slowly, one by one
wrapping themselves around you
one day the weight is unbearable
one day the discomfort binds you
one day you feel cocooned
time
time passes
time passes slowly
time passes slowly and you grow
too big for the encasement
too substantial for the drapes of bondage
too complete for holding back
...
emerge in your time
some of us already see your beauty
and believe
believe in yourself, delicate butterfly
believe, feel the sun
flutter on the breeze and fly…
Oh my God, Kim! You really know how to capture emotion... and time... and that feeling of being bound... the most stifling feeling in the world. A beautiful piece of writing that borders... almost... on prayer.
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Nevine: it felt like a prayer writing it. sometimes you know what people are experiencing so deeply and all you can offer is a pray to hold the ground for them while they move through. your comments are always so wonderfully engaging.
ReplyDeleteYou've gentle hands with this one, as though you loose the bandage, the cocoon yourself. She sounds beautiful.
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