Just Be
It is not as easy to explore a feeling, unless it is being felt.
The pain and discomfort of fear, is one of the most taunting feelings.
Am I dying…
Will I live another year…
Have all of my past experiences caught up to me and caused a health issue that is incurable…
There are haunting thoughts that don’t make it easy to exist.
To want to live, but want to be gone, yet be fearful of a death that may or not be soon approaching…
Where is the peace, the bliss, the comfort…
A partner, maybe that would help.
Distractions, staying busy, nothing sounds right.
The only way to deal with it is to face it.
Look at it straight on, breathing in, breathing out, saying, “I will be okay. I am okay. It is okay. It will be alright. I am okay.”
There is nothing else to do.
Just wait.
Breathe.
Keep saying that I will be okay, I am okay, it is okay, it is going to be alright, it is alright.
Wait.
Experience it again.
Face it.
Breathe through it.
Don’t distract.
Don’t medicate.
Don’t numb.
Face it.
Live through it.
Sleep.
Wake up to another day.
– M.
You hid from me, in your darkness, avoiding the light like it was a plague to end all life.
There was a ghostly presence about you, one that you didn’t understand.
You were a ghost of the night, but you had a kindness in your eyes.
Yet, you only saw your darkness so you feared your fate would be the same.
You came to me for answers.
You came to me for help.
You came to me, calling out, with cries, for you had nowhere else to go.
No-one else could see you, like I could.
Though, I feared you and your darkness, I saw there was a light, within.
There was a light in which you existed, if only for a moment, here and there, it was what helped keep you here.
A darkness like yours could swallow one up.
It could take one down to the deepest oceans, leaving no trace of your existence having ever been.
You have a goodness within you, but to let it grow will take some time.
You will have much work to do, for this darkness is hard to remove.
The fog around you is heavy, as we walk along the beach.
The waves break and reach my feet.
They cannot reach yours, even though you are with me, you are a bit ghostly, an existence that is hovering between worlds.
How did you get this way?
Life must have really been tough on you, to be here, yet not, and without much hope to be found within.
There is hope…
You might not see it, but it is there, and it is waiting for you to see it, too.
I will walk with you.
We can talk.
I will show you your light.
And hopefully, in time, you can see there is more to this life than the darkness, as we make our way down this beach of darkened sand.
-M.
They think they know what is best for you.
They want you to dim your light
Don’t they know that even clouds try to put out the sun’s bright light, but it still shines bright?
You are light.
You are strength.
With the strength is how you shine so bright.
You don’t have to try.
You don’t have to understand why.
You are what you are.
They see it.
They feel it.
They can’t seem to accept it.
You are light.
You shine so bright, and help others see their own light.
Keep on shining.
You are the reason why.
You are the light.
-M.
You challenged me with your mist.
Along your path, you hissed.
A roar, a flow, a gravitating blow, there was no release to your taunting.
Right by you, I walked.
I could smell you, without an effort or a thought.
As you reached my toes, you bellowed out more of your rough talk.
The thought of following you out, amongst your depths, is still a thought, a very daunting thought that is quite haunting.
-M.