She would love you forever.
Some people didn’t understand how she could do that.
But if she saw pieces of you she would always hold
them dear and near to her heart.
This did not mean she would live for you ~ that was not a given.
For she had learned to live where she felt safe and certain
that she AS SHE would always be embraced.
This resonated with her and she would keep close to her heart only the people who could understand this….or at very least venture to understand this. She was she…..why would you want her to be anything else? Why would you pick apart anything that made her shine and smile? It was simple.
She spent the day alone but did not feel lonely. She thought about love and knew she had it in herself. She considered what people had told her…..she knew they only could pretend to understand and glimpse and think they knew the things of LOVE. She knew it was important to be strong but it did not mean she had to be hard. She knew it was GOOD that she knew how to be alone but it did not mean she would choose that. And all the while life kept unfolding with her magical mysterious tricks…..despite everything they, she and everybody pretended to know about LOVE.
Sometimes she felt like the world would rip her apart.
Her whole life she had tried to fit in while her whirling, swirling soul sang songs of madness and passion.
Yet she knew, she knew the madness was her gift.
She knew everybody felt the same only some a little less and some a little more.
She knew this THE MOST when her eyes met yours from across the room and you were relieved.
She could feel that.
She knew this when she heard your stories and she saw how you opened.
She could hear your heart sing just a little bit.
For a moment, you knew you were not alone.
I guess the world would rip her apart but only as much as it would rip you apart and in that was Humanity and Love.
She admired the playfulness of the big SUN – shining and making fun of everything.
She clung to words as if they could save her
and she believed that they could.
Words she had written and words by others
were oxygen AND she needed them to keep going.
She found they whispered to her while
she walked and rambled about.
If she was still for too long they had nothing to say.
If she scurried and hurried they hollered
but she couldn’t hear them.
It was in that perfect balance of move, pause, wander and wait
where they spoke with surety, confidence and wisdom.