I love you
I don’t say it much
many years ago I was told
don’t over-use important words
they wear out
like emotions
like people
who begin with bright intention
and end, dim with exhaustion
every day I try to wake with hope
many times I fail and the voices
of pain, fatigue, disappointment win
I try with each new dawn
the Self-Help books would proclaim me
a work in progress, or failure
depending on their severity
sometimes I judge myself harshly
staring in the mirror, seeing all the
ways I could have ‘done better‘
other times I see the traps
we build ourselves
to step into and snare.
On those days I feel peaceful;
to others, I may seem no different,
but there is less urgency in my chest
to burst and rend me to pieces
on those days I find I laugh
a little easier, and the lines left
behind by the smile, are caught
in sunlight
reminders, we must be ourselves
not the version bequeathed
by the glistening void
so …
I love you
I promise not to wear it out
though I cannot promise not to wear out
for some days I can’t accomplish much
but surviving I find
is some kind of success
and if you can love after that?
Then all the better
Saying “I love you” cannot be worn out as long as the emotions and actions match. It is only when they are out of sync, do the words hang hollow and worn.
As long as the words are true, say them as often as you can
half agree. I think things can be said too much but essentially, the emotion can never be meaningless – agree with that part xo
What a beautiful, authentic, and raw exploration of the Being Human 🙂 Thank you, friend.
Thank you beautiful Anya my friend
When the truth of it is there, when the saying of “I love you.” warms your own heart as much as the other’s, even when tinged with some pain or grief, then it does not wear out.
And, I’m reminded of a verse from “Mongrel Pup” by Buffy Sainte Marie:
Robots of gloom they come and go
Don’t let em get you down
Laughter is the grease of growth
Support your local clown
Don’t ever be afraid to smile
At what you really love
Laughter is the grease of growth. Yeah.
Amen . . . And, I hear you.
“by the glistening void
so …
I love you
I promise not to wear it out
though I cannot promise not to wear out
for some days I can’t accomplish much
but surviving I find
is some kind of success
and if you can love after that?
Then all the better”
A lovely write on this Monday morning.
Survive, thrive, and love. It’s what we do. <3
the lines left/ behind by the smile, are caught/ in sunlight / reminders, we must be ourselves/ not the version bequeathed/ by the glistening void — so perfectly captures those moments when we are truly ourselves– beautifully done
The important thing is meaning it.
How right you are. BTW MIRACLE I am getting all your responses. Horrah! I couldn’t agree more btw – meaning what you feel/say matters most and in this world it seems to be a challenge sometimes because of our penchant for false and masks.
Dear Annette Thank you so much for following the new site and for reading. It really, really means a lot to me. thank you my friend. C xo
If we are a lovely person like you – you remind me of things that matter most xo
Is it obvious I thought of our conversations when writing that? 😉 xo love to you
You and I may be the only ones left who love Buffy S Marie. I adore her. Great words too – and her voice (swoon) did you watch NOMADLAND yet?
💙 haha. Yup.
thank you so very much dear Annette
It really is xo
thank you so dearly
You’re so welcome.
You’re most welcome!