Strange Bedfellows

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Joy and grief have made strange bedfellows in me
As my smile breaks so does my heart
I do not know when their synchronicity began
I do know I wish their relationship would end
Allowing me my lightness
Not pulled down by pain

This emotional eclipse as regular as heartbeats
A quiet walk in cool, cathedral woods
Interrupted by the unexpected sharp snap of a branch underfoot
Sending a flurry of birds screaming into the sky
Like storming clouds suddenly covering the sun on a perfect day

Of course joy needs pain so that they can tell themselves apart
Trauma and struggle have conjoined them in me
No scalpel skilled enough to detach them into their unique parts...
Or at least not yet

Behind each smile lies is a threatening tear
Every laugh has a sob waiting in the wings
I will chaperone this opposing pair
Let them fill me as they will
Sweet nectar and bitter pill
At least I'm blessed enough to feel

-gws

I Have No Smiles for You Today

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I have no smiles for you today
I will not push away my melancholy
My face is painted in shades of grief I refuse to hide

I have hidden my pain
My shame
My fear
My rage
For far too long

I will not hide this grief from view
I will not bury deep my truth
I have suffered for years in silence
I will do my mourning in the light

I am red and raw
Bruised and beaten
Emerging from nightmares
Questing toward a life unburdened

Dead dreams crunching underfoot
Like so many fallen leaves
Shattered hopes glittering
Like shards of glass in my wake

I have no smiles for you today
My mourning clothes are on display
And when its done things may not change
I have put all my masks away

-gws

North Star

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Inside her dreaming, I see her
Hurting
Lost
Grieving
Bags beneath her eyes from haunted or missing sleep
Furrowed brows from innumerable worries
Her will shaken and unsure
I know her well for she is me
Me ensconced in endings and beginnings
Me inelegantly navigating transition

The magic of dreaming grants me this opportunity
I approach her
My hair more silvered
My face more textured
My heart glowing warm with a joy for living
That felt so unreachable then

"Hello," I say

She composes herself and silently greets me in return

"I hope you don't mind, you look like you could use a friend."

She inhales unsteadily and motions for me to sit
We look out at the passing world
Quiet for an indistinguishable amount of time

"It will not always feel this way," I say

I take her hand in mine
She does not resist

"Do you remember when your children were babies?"

She nods slowly
Eyes unfocused as she touches the memories

"Do you remember the nights that felt so long?
The marathon of survival that was three babies under three?"

She nods again with a slight smile
Alighting at the corner of her lips as she remembers

"It felt like forever until you one day realized
You could sleep through the night.
You could establish routines.
You could start making time for yourself
In bigger and bigger doses."

She exhales
Her shoulders lowering a bit

"This journey is just like that one.
Unpredictable and exhausting.
Endless in the moment.
Overwhelming."

She looks at her hand in mine and nods
I wrap my other around our clasped hands

"This will not last forever.
You will find your way off your knees
As the weight of this slowly lifts from you.
You will relinquish your worry.
Your grief will fade to make room for joy.
You will learn to trust yourself again.
You will learn to trust others again.
Do not get too lost in your sadness.
Navigate moments of laughter and lightness
Like stepping stones amongst the mud.
Let them light up your eyes and relax your shoulders.
Let them propel you through your days
Until you are no longer keeping track of days.
Just like those early times in motherhood
You will awaken to find yourself on the other side.
Changed.
Renewed.
Rebuilt.
Ready to welcome joy and love and freedom willingly.
The fog and pain will clear as passing storms do.
This I can promise you."

She looks up into my face
Eyes searching mine as I smile and squeeze her hand
I watch as a tiny light returns to her tear-filled eyes

"How do you know?" she whispers

I pull her hand to my heart.

"Because I have seen you do it.
I have witnessed you rise from these ashes.
I know how powerful and radiant you will emerge."

As dreams do when truth is revealed
The edges of this world begin to dissolve like chalk in rain
The light of recognition begins to glow in her eyes
As I release her hand and stand
I step in amongst the other passersby of her dreamscape
My message conveyed
My job done
A voice from her future left to linger in her dreaming
Placing a north star in the sky of her darkest night

-gws

The Dark Side of Hope

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Hope is a fickle thing
Often false
Illusory
A mirage
A baseless promise

Hope motivates us forward
Baiting us with potential
Failing to prepare us for the broken heart
Inevitable after it evaporates

Hope is the rainbow that can never be caught
The dream that refuses to be remembered after waking
The gilded lie we tell ourselves to survive hell
The ten more seconds or minutes or days or years
We clutch with white knuckles and held breaths

Hope is binary
For all it inspires
It is equally devastating
Its dark face too ugly to acknowledge
Its broken legacies left to nightmares and Grimm tales

-gws

I Hurt Just the Same

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I don't feel well today
Reverberating echos of broken dreams
Aching pervasive guilt
Persistent pointless hope
That will not stay snuffed out
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

I don't feel well today
The sun still rose in a misty pink sky
The flowers are blooming and busy with bees
Birds sing songs of spring awakening
Amongst the newly sprouted leaves
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

I don't feel well today
Warm afternoon sunlight dries tears
That slip from beneath my sunglasses
The world assaults my senses
Too loud, bright, fast
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

I don't feel well today
I am told that time heals
That I'm doing the right things
That I didn't cause it
I can't control or cure it
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

-gws