Damn the dark eclipse
Come to me crashing waves
Salty air fill my lungs
What magic inhabits you
Hot sun balanced by cool breeze
My soul comes to the surface for you
All else fades
Oh but today you are but memory
Damn you eclipse
I feel it
The rage. Once again swirling inside me
What a fool I have always been
Pulling my emotions from the pit only to have them slashed again
No smile fits my face
I yearn for numbness
Where is my solitude
May I die alone and rot into nothingness
How pathetic of me to let down my guard
I build my wall once more
Never again shall I open my soul
Ok….confusion has stepped in. At the moment I am attempting to not be angry….rage….maybe over act. So help me my dear ones. I need sound minds.
As you know, I am trying to make another run at living in the same house. So far I have been in her house for a month and this are… well… Let’s just say no major blow ups. Then therecwas this evening.
We were at my aunt and uncles 65th wedding anniversary. I have a second cousin whom is about to get married. His fiancee and my wife were discussing the date. Then my wife said…”Oh, I will be in Mexico then.” Wait. What. What did she just say?
I did not react. Yeah me being calm off meds. When we got in the car she somewhat mentioned it again. At which point I just ask …”you’re going to Mexico?” She then explains a long time female friend…recently dicorced…is paying her way to Mexico for her birthday.
Do I have a right to be pissed???? Why do I even try.
For maybe the first time ever
Has taken just shy of 50 years to get here
I am good. Honestly good. Not the fake good you tell people
Understanding who I am and why I matter I amazing
Living just a short drive from this amazing free beach, which allows my bulldog, makes life even better
Traveler is going to be fine. In fact, he is one turn away from being spectacular again.
Time to do some serious writing I do believe. That book everyone has been asking me to write is still floating out there waiting to be reeled in.
So. Here I sit. Waiting on half a day of lab work and general poking. Not looking forward to getting back into the grind. At least one potential spinal surgery in the near future. However, we are starting fresh. Ignoring as much of the past past as we can and treating what we find along the way. Let’s hope I do not end up on a daily of forty different meds like I was three years ago. The treatment was killing me.
In my recent soul searching and self redefining I discovered a truth about my pain. Forgive me for only having shared emotional pain with you in the past. Currently I am on the couch tempted to write about ripping souls and gnashing teeth. However, what is really going on is immense physical pain.
Life has left me a physical wreck. My spine is broken in more places than I can remember. Metal in spots. Just missing in others. There are thirty two electrical connectors sewn to my spine. All powered and controlled by a computer/power pack in my back. All that to block pain and help me stay out of a wheelchair. Broken hips, knees, and few gun shot wounds just for giggles. Sounds bad but all manageable.
Problem is….transference. (Nora….chime in and explain) For years I have been transferring physical pain into emotional pain. Taking all that is broken physically and attempting to make it something worse. Reality is my body will never heal more than it has. However, here is the kicker, I am not broken. Every emotion in my soul is fully functional and ready to be used. I am capable of extraordinary love, friendship and compassion. The me that matters is whole.
My dear ones! Forgive the length of my absence. You have all been floating through my thoughts daily.
To start, I have flip flop tan lines. The Atlantic is my friend. Sitting alone on the beach is its own kind of medicine.
While breathing in salty air a few things have rested upon my sole.
1. I do not have to be loved to have value. Loving gives me all the worth I need. So I love the beach, salty air, my English Bulldog and my daughters.
2. I Uber because I love people. I tour guide because I love people and I teach part time because I love people. These things make me happy.
3. I write because it releases my soul. Get ready. I am about to do a lot more of it.
4. I speak of needing an anchor. Truth is, I had to many. Anchors from the past which were keeping me from sailing. They have been cut free. Emotional ropes drifting off in the waves.
5. I am ok. Right now. Today. I am standing back up and I am good.
For the past three years I have refused medical care. Call it self harm. Punishment. A desire for it to be done. This week I started back. I found a great GP to organize it all. Plus I have a new psych referral. Time to start living again. I had given up.
My oldest daughter was talking to me the other day. She told me she needed me to live. To live as long as I can because I am the one who brings balance to her life. Maybe I just needed to hear someone say please wake up tomorrow. I need you here.
So I am back. Ready to sling ink in a positive direction.