Off My Wave

 

 

Off My Wave .

There is nothing to warrant celebration within the realm of the pain and suffering of others.  No badge to be pinned by those who, with all good intention, fly the flag for those of us who suffer conditions of mind and circumstances of life that test our will to live.

Look to those of us who’ve been turned away for solutions to prevent our end, for only we know what helps to soothe the hurting and raise the eyelids to hope.

We lie unnoticed in the shadows of those with the loud voices, the big campaigns, the egotistical solutions they devise to resolve our painful existence – offer us light.

Those who live in brightness do not see, feel and understand the beauty and sense of consolation the darkness offers those who ride its wave.

Talk you may, but in a whisper that is sensitive to the shame we feel, the secrets we carry, and the space within which our hurting souls cling.

Where we swing between the end and being offered some surprising, warm, kind thing upon which to be gently lifted from our descent, and openly embraced in all our sorrow and sadness.

(Lithograph by Thomas Hart Benton titled, ‘Goin’ Home’, 1937 from Lapham’s Quarterley Magazine Winter 2012.)

 

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