Maybe this is facing my emotional pain, like D wants me to.
Or maybe it is just wallowing.
Whatever.
Grandma
"Bring me no flowers when I'm dead,"
You said.
I filled your room
With blooms
While you lay dying.
"Cry no tears when I'm dead,"
You said.
Your bravery shone through
And you
Kept smiling.
"Wear bright colours when I'm dead,"
You said.
I chose red
And cried
Inside
Instead.
I'm a rambling mass of inconsistencies, some hidden and some all too apparent. A "messy human", wishing to be visible and yet invisible, cherishing my differences but longing to fit in.
Blogs I read
- A Fortunate Man
- A Long Walk to Forever
- Awareness
- Dare to Dream
- Fighting the Urge
- Frolicking Through Llife
- Good in parts
- I'm a Medical Student...
- Lake Cocytus
- Mandy
- Marcella
- Medicines, Animals and a Dream
- Mental nurse
- Mouse
- Nearly time
- Neenaw
- One Pedestrian Away
- Pip
- Pole to Polar
- Police Inspector Blog
- Rainbow Dreams
- Random Acts of Reality
- Rufus May
- Schizophrenia - a Carer's Story
- Seratonin
- The fight for Mrs Carr
- The muddled marketplace
- There and Back
- Traumaqueen
- Useless CPN
1 comment:
'whatever'. indeed. this is your space, your time, and it is you is left (literally and figuratively) to survive not just death, but all forms of loss, pain, hurt, injustice and betrayal. It's your chance now to do what is right for you, to be honest and true to yourself, adn what you need to do for you, not what other people ask or expect of you (although those may be helpful guides). There IS a time to mourn - try not to deny yourelf that, and there will be a time, if not to dance, but at least to break free (or so they tell me).
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