there came a time
when what I had so long denied
in truth…deeply buried
refusing to acknowledge it
(because truth…
was more than I could carry)
it erupted…
and all sound went silent for a frozen moment
a vacuum
whine slowly building
sharp in the back of my mind
(and I recoiled)
reaching for the first thing I could find
devastatingly desperate to release some of the pressure
and as lungs exploded with oxygen suppressed
glass musically shattered
blaated
against the surface of an innocent concrete wall
and my knees absorbing the force
broke my inevitable fall
screaming in fury with me
the sound of reality
crashing
into the delicate curvature of my weathered spine
there was not enough cotton to muffle the sound
as agony tore through my soul
you understand
when that veil lifts
and what’s hidden becomes visible
we cannot unsee
cannot unknow
denial no longer holds any power
as we cower under the weight of it all
until the dust & debris settles
and we can finally breathe
at first it’s shallow
tiny inhalations
meant only to appease
to meet physical needs
as we brace ourselves
for the next barrage of pain
startled
when it isn’t nearly as brutal
and we gasp
sucking in air
so hard it comes out on a sob
(and so begins the healing)
that’s how it started for me
with a single bottle
bursting into a million sparkling fragments
(much like my own)
you cannot reassemble such damage
you start over
reinventing
and as light shows through the cracks
I’m learning to see the beauty
in being fractured
this…
is…
me
Terrific write Willow….very very good.🙏
Thank you, Peter. That means a lot to me
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Survivors are beautifully damaged, all of us.
Your sword is mighty, girl.
All I have is a pen, girl, no sword. But what do they say? The pen is mightier than the sword?
Absof’ingutely
🙃🖊🗡
The opening of this with the whispering was perfect. I can feel your words through the music nice melding.
Thank you, Fia
Bella. Bravissima! 🌼
Many thanks!
Powerfully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! The arrangement worked nicely with the words, whispers well placed, the piano was also a great choice. Amazing work my friend, excellent execution. Appreciate you.
Damian
This one is actually part of my book, From the Ashes. I always know when I have the music/vocals right when they make me cry. It takes me back to that moment, that feeling when I wrote it. I’ll be putting a number of my healing era pieces up over time. Clearing the pipes, as it were. Thank you, my friend. Your words mean more than I can express
Superb work. Powerful.
Thank you so much. Life’s little stumbles…
Such eloquent passion and imagery. This definitely moves the imagination and the spirit
This was the beginning of my evolution. Thank you, my friend