"I looked into that abyss," a friend said to me, "and I knew I didn't want to stay there long enough for it to look back into me."
Well, I didn't just look in. I fell in, head first.
I settled in. I dropped anchor.
No, I didn't stay, not forever. But long enough for the darkness to know my name.
I made my home there for a while.
Like Persephone, I stayed too long.
My mother did not come to rescue me. I reached down and I saved myself, as much of myself as I could find.
But like Persephone, I'd eaten the pomegranate seeds. I must return at times to that darkness. I stayed too long to ever fully leave.
That is my story as well, worded beautifully and as accurate as a knife to the heart. Thanks for sharing your struggles. I don't want you to have a hard time, but I sure appreciate knowing you are out there, that someone else is dealing with stuff and living through it.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate knowing my words touched someone. This might end up becoming a poem at some point.
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