Blinking Lights

16 May

It’s hard to walk away when your heart is pounding and your throat is closed and you want so badly to shake someone else and tell them to wake up.  It hurts to realize you were not and may not never be ENOUGH to pull them out of the maze they’ve created of their lives.  So complicated and convoluted, hidden from the sun and hiding there in the shadows waiting to be rescued, but not really.

There is a light you bring with you, but it’s blinking like the tiny lights on a Christmas tree.  They want to follow, but it keeps switching to off and it’s confuses and disorients and each time it blinks off they don’t know if it’s really the time it goes for good.

Love is angsty and unkind and swirly and sunny and painful and dark.  It isn’t just one thing.

It’s just the brave who dare tread with wellies through the murky waste of the tears came before to reach the beach and look the other in the eye and smile and know, just know, they’ll lend you a hand to pull you out.

That’s today’s depressive, yet hopeful thought.


2 Responses to “Blinking Lights”

  1. slpmartin May 16, 2010 at 9:54 pm #

    Somehow love always seems to send confusing signs..on/off, love/hate, hope/despair, etc….just seem to be the nature of love…so well said here.

    • colddeadheart May 18, 2010 at 4:46 am #

      Thank you for your comment. Yes, isn’t love the messiest of all things we have in our lives? It’s why it’s so good.

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