I think it's safe to say that this musing can stand on it's own, without explanation. I am here to face the mirror with you if and when you are ready.
An End To The Great Pretender
I was watching as I do
And I saw the whole of you
Screaming out from beneath the pain
And wondering if you could withstand the rain
The way we move in this mess
We take away and expect we're less
There's no space to understand our souls
We cross bridges and pay heavy tolls
Those bridges get burned and charred
Our hearts we wrench and squeeze too hard
Ingesting poisons to soothe the pain
watching bodies twist to feel again.
As we drown what's left of what we feel
Because the pain makes it all too real
And denial comes as easy as the pain
So if we pretend and we mask it, we won't feel again.
And if I told you I was once like you
That I drowned the pain with a toxic fuel
That I harmed my heart, my body and mind
That I was not about to be the curing kind
I left it all in a bottle of hell.
I left it all as the last drops fell
I let myself get lost and wanted an end
To the feelings I felt that are now my friends.
And I see you struggle and I see you cry.
I see your denial and I see the lies
And it's ok to fall apart from this way
If not there may not be time to stay
There is a pain when you face the truth
It's freeing and timely and wise
We need not look further for positive proof
To derail ourselves from our own demise.
We can't mask the pain, we can't drown it out
It's here a lesson, a begging scream and shout
To let go of the lies of what we thought might be
To open our eyes and to now truly see.
There's a choice at the crossroads we stand in pain
There's a medicine in the humble cry of surrender
We're needing to cleanse in the storms and the rains
And for once, to stop being the great pretender.
It is the simplest, most intricate events in this life that cultivate slowly to make the greatest things happen. These small weavings through time are a treasures we often overlook. Walk each moment in a way that leaves you whole and not wanting. Not always the way it goes but surely the way most rewarding, most memorable and most pleasing when hindsight sits at your feet, beckoning you to understand the lesson.
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