It is hard to tying knots in the dark
In the rain
When my hands are cold
When my words are drenched
Left under the bush
For safe keeping
Good health
It is one thing to come back to
The place where the bag is safe
Where the thorns pierce my head
But leave no blood
I stumble
Trying to say
I saw a plastic face
A false eye
Skin rebuilt
Behind glass
Untouchable
The power of making
I see all the stops on the line
I must take the red then the blue
It is simple
I am having trouble putting my trousers on
I am having trouble holding the pen
I am having trouble
The words on the barrier say seek assistance
But it is hard to untie knots in the dark.
In the rain.
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It IS hard to tie and untie knots in the dark. Fortune smiles when light enters, illuminating scene and path, making navigation less frightening. Hard still, yes, but light makes all the difference. Light makes the impossible not so.
What a wonderfully descriptive piece of writing. Those painful steps to achieve the goal in such atrocious conditions are etched on my heart. "If winter comes can spring be far behind?"
Both the dark and the rain do make things difficult. Hopefully, the rain will stop and when the light of day what has been difficult will be done with ease.
Very moving and well told:)
xx
Intriguing
It's hard to untie knots in the day sometimes too.
move over and let me share an umbrella - I'm in the rain and the dark with knots too.
One day at a time. We need to try to remember, after the rain, comes to rainbow and sometimes knots ease off, slacken and then we can untie them more easily. Wait and untie the knots in the daylight Jae.
Amen to daydreamertoo... and sometimes if we just let go of the knot it will loosen.
I love the bits about leaving the words under a bush for safekeeping and good health being one thing to come back to. Sometimes good health saves us from our worst instincts, and sometimes it's wise to hide our best words in a safe place.
Thank you all - for the umbrellas..helping hands and assistance with those pesky knots..Jae
this line, particularly, got to me (in the best way...)
When my words are drenched
peace,
deborah
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