There are just some hurts that simply don’t dissipate; regardless the friends, the support that we place in our lives…
Watching someone lose their love, first undying emotion tears at each of us, having been there…
No hug, no words can wrap around a heart that has shattered into a million pieces, as much as we attempt to be the glue so eagerly sought after…
So this is for you; I know that you’re hurting, wondering why this has happened, who is to blame, why the world has suddenly turned its back on your current dreams; circumstance…
Wanted you to know that I love you with a depth that couldn’t be written, but surely must be restated often. that’s what we do
when one of our own falls onto the ground.
Love to tell you that dusting it off will work, bring you to the morrow in a better light; it isn’t always the case.
I used to pick up the phone, thinking that somehow she’d have the words to make it right.
She didn’t.
As I grew older, I realized that there is no answer, at times no reason.
Still, hearing that voice
Knowing that at least there is one person who held you since your first breath will always love with no condition…helps, even if it’s just a little, enough to remember that we hurt together.
Those hearts always remain as one.
For every door closed
a window swings open
so they say
But maybe I didn’t want to sit by the window…perhaps I just wanted to crawl out and sit on the roof and yell “why?”
We didn’t have cell phones to get the immediate response…
Just stars listening to us going crazy with unanswerable questions’
probably the one time in our lives where the question “What if?”
Lingers
and lingers on
True love returns, when our children are born
as nothing has the ability to compare, we are all consumed by providing our best
until our best turns out to be letting go
relinquishing what we spent a lifetime building
We’re sedated by the changes
altered forever with imagined or very real regret(s)
attempting to run to nowhere, find home where it had been lost to us
The constant redefining of our lives.
Mac A’ Bhaird always said that when you removed your shoes, placed your bare feet on the ground of your ancestors, that home would beckon. I would liken the experience to love. We always return home, whether it’s in another eyes, the hand that leads us back or when we find such commonality that no matter the latitude, we’re there
Time to remove the shoes
remember all of the souls who walked before
who fought their way back from trials/tribulations far more complex then broken dreams
The pain isn’t lessened by the severity
it’s the strength of conviction; the heart that measures the depth
Once in a blue moon true loves comes for us
lightning strikes
thunder rages
but I believe that if you hold the rod up high enough
just maybe,
perhaps
the link can find its way home again
Love you Blue...
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
