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Letting go of the demon's hand - Day 12 - It's shit
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It’s shit
Its shit being lost again.
Its shit looking at a map
And not knowing where you are
Or how you got there.
It’s shit sinking again.
It’s shit floating in an ocean
And not knowing which way to swim
Or how far.
It’s shit drinking poison again
It’s shit not slaking your thirst
And not knowing if you’ll get unwell
Or how sick.
It’s shit losing hope again
It’s shit not having faith
Or risking to dream.
It’s shit wanting to die again.
It’s shit not daring to live.
Or gambling on life.
Sh
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Letting go of the demon's hand - Day 11 - A fifth snapshot.
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A fifth snapshot – The arid man.
Unlike some of the other shadow filled snapshots, this one is of a man stuck in the desert under the midday son. As only a desert filled with sand dunes that are caressed by errant breezes causing sand to drift forlornly can capture how lonely and desiccated he feels.
He’s not sure where the tears have gone or when they left all he knows is that he doesn’t seem to have any for himself and more than that when it comes to singing himself a calming or healing song even his heart strings have snapped.
Perhaps the desert is a fitting environment for him as where else could he be standing in midday sun and feel so lost and alone. Where else could he scoured clean and still be dry.
Why do we never wonder what sin the desert committed to be so barren and dry? In the same way why do we never wonder when the tears won’t flow for ourselves let alone for anyone else?
Who told us we weren’t worth anyone’s tears, especially our own. Whose disapproving looks and frowns caused our tears to be dammed behind a locked door whose key we either can’t find or don’t want to find?
Sh