Rolje's Blog, page 4
April 25, 2017
Lifetime…continued
There she sits, silent, motionless, emotionless.
Her tears vapor, long cried, long dried…
There’s nothing inside her but emptiness, that kind of hollowness that pervades the very reaches of a strained soul.
Strained.
Stress.
Holes?
Baby her, new in the world. Her eyes windows, not to her soul, that was…is…unreachable. So serious her affect, so deep and unyielding. This youngling enters the world, less than hour old, already as old as the earth itself.
Child her, still a stranger but learning....
April 24, 2017
Here I Am
That’s it.
This is where it ends.
The edge.
Down it falls.
Falling.
Lost.
Slipped.
Failed.
That was all in the past. That was just a memory the mind was trying to forget. A black skeleton it tried to push back into the closet.
Failed.
Tried.
So…
Here I am.
Returned.
Attempting to battle this wave of darkness, this sea of dark despair, this tsunami of silent desperation to be heard, to be known, to be felt.
It’s not easy, wading through these waters that threaten to drown our very souls. Our b...
April 18, 2017
This Blank Face
No indication…
No hint…
No glimpse…
…Of what exists beneath this blank face.
Assumption.
Theory.
Conjecture.
All the same. All useless.
Despite this monochrome map, there is more beneath the surface, like an iceberg.
Hidden.
Latent.
Occluded.
Cloaked.
And those that glance upon these blank faces, they cannot know, begin to understand, to perceive, to sense the pain, the reality buried beneath.
So, they invent stories for these supposed blank slates. They disrespect the very individuality that...
April 17, 2017
You Are Beautiful
You never gave up on me.
That loyalty.
That dedication.
That resolve.
That love.
That selflessness.
It could not be outmatched. Your eyes are always on the horizon, always seeing the vision of the future, always cast ahead. Not once do you look back, not once do you regret.
Every step forward is purposeful, intentional, deliberate. You are powerful.
I am in awe.
I am thankful.
I am overwhelmed.
I don’t always feel wanted.
Heard.
Seen.
Felt.
Loved.
But you…
You are one of a kind. You are not a...
April 10, 2017
Freedom to Speak about what Hurts Us
There is no expectation to remove the mask that dams the flow of emotion…
Of palpable honesty…
Of untarnished realism…
Of genuine nakedness…
There is no expectation because the other members of the masquerade do not have room in their inner minds to entertain multiple floods of such emotionally charged natures.
There should be an expectation however, because these dams…
They overflow…
They crack…
They rupture…
Yet there is none…
No one has any room…
Filed under: Notes Tagged: anxiety, confessi...
