Truth. I think sometimes numbing feels easier. A while back, I wrote a note to myself about why I was numbing and avoiding. I figured it was because my whole life has been hard and I was done with hard. But numbing is hard too. Because how can good get in if I am numb?
Hi Ariadne, good to see you back. Seasons of silence are necessary, indeed. This is a concise but haunting poem. I love the knocking on the ribs, as a visceral reminder that we are in there somewhere as the years float by.
"Still, we keep faith with what numbs us
as if that were not the tragedy."
Truth. I think sometimes numbing feels easier. A while back, I wrote a note to myself about why I was numbing and avoiding. I figured it was because my whole life has been hard and I was done with hard. But numbing is hard too. Because how can good get in if I am numb?
Welcome back, it's good to see you.
Thank you Autumn. 🫂❤️
Heartbreakingly true.
🫂 thanks for your presence Rea
Hi Ariadne, good to see you back. Seasons of silence are necessary, indeed. This is a concise but haunting poem. I love the knocking on the ribs, as a visceral reminder that we are in there somewhere as the years float by.
Thank you Michelle. Your presence here means a lot. ❤️