Nights such as these,
I need to sit in my own loneliness.
I have people I could reach out to,
That would quench my parched soul
But sometimes I just need to feel it.
I need to feel the depth of how every choice, every thought, every action,
I have made up until this point
Has brought me to this state.
I think we as a culture have long too revolutionized this idea
That we need to be happy. All the time. Every single moment,
And if we don’t feel that way,
We are depressed.
That is not true, there is so much more to life
Then happy and sad.
There is melancholy, there is joy,
There is grief...
And the funny thing about grief,
Is there is never a way to get over it,
We simply make a space for it.
I don’t talk about my grief,
Even those who are close to me,
Know that I only talk about it when it calls my name too far into the dark.
There is a certain point I sit in it and I know when I need to call in reinforcements.
Today is not that day, today is the day that I need to feel every soul ******* touch.
Today I need to remember it, become its lover again,
So I can let it leave in the middle of the night when I am fast asleep.
Sing me your dark song oh dear one,
Put me to sleep in a puddle of tears
For I am far too parched.