Written October 28th, 2014 actually, but forever applicable.
It's called closure. When something that has been bothering you is confronted and resolution has been achieved. But I haven't really found a lot of closure in my life. Instead I find that Life...is really just about a bunch of loose ends. Some you can tie up in a pretty braid and knot at the end. Some you tie onto new strands as a continuation of some intricate and beautiful pattern. Some attack and try to strangle you. Some you leave as individuals blowing in the breeze, suspended as a lifeline for the future. Yet other strands are simply frayed beyond repair and need to be torn off and flicked into oblivion. I guess I have found that it is how you deal with the loose ends that have unraveled from the very fabric of your soul. I could say that right now I'm frayed, fuzzed, and unraveling. Or I can believe that my Life's fabric is stretching; adaptable and resilient; compensating; and becoming much more comfortable to wear, bringing peace in times of distress by simply giving room. Like my favorite sweatpants. Although I may have been a bit damaged along the way, I can still find comfort in knowing that even if I died tonight... I've lived - truly lived - a life that I can be proud of. - Me
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Coursing through my veins; ignite
The glittering of the pulsing lights Childlike wonder once left behind The Season now echoes inside. Enthralled I watch so carefully Anticipate and filled with glee Dazzled by synchronicity Enraptured yet absolutely free. Mesmerized I sit and stare The Season has joy everywhere All at once I am aware Of the magic in Christmas flair. So I find that everyday
Is a constant struggle between the words I wanna say And the war against the fates But I battle anyway This desire inside of me To be what everybody else creates and wants to see But I keep forgetting me I must erase hypocrisy When all the colors fade to grey The lines are blurred and it’s time to turn the page Heal the anger and the rage And unlock the angels’ cage Chorus So when all this smoke clears And the screamin’ fades away When all that remains is humbled me At the end of the day Will it matter anyway? Does it matter all the same? People misunderstanding me Creating thought and changing up my destiny There’s a hope with legacy Not a cure, but remedy There will never be enough Competition for a faith and pretense that is tough The antidote to hatred is not love What are we really dreaming of? There’s an echoing tonight The silence of a tragedy and a fading of a light There are no voices with this fight And the fear will keep you blind Chorus x2 When all this smoke clears And the screams have died away Will the laughter come back and remind us how to play? Or will our children replicate The Hate? |
Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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