Septic Wounds
We dress up, not to fess up but to put on the scene of the day. Smiles and hugs when you just want to cry out for help. We're born actors with academy awards lining up the bathroom floors that catch our tears.
What's the use of lipstick when it's just covering the cracks in our speech. What's perfume and cologne when they're just covering up the stench of our septic wounds.
We flatter each other with the batting of eye lashes and pleasantries, while the inner child is waiting for the perfect time to cry wolf.
We apply make up to our wounds and put on our superhero outfits like people who can fix the world when our worlds are falling apart.
We're told to hold it together even when there are too many pieces to keep track of. We're told to just give it time but we don't even have time to catch our breaths and acknowledge what it is that we're feeling. Like pain, disappointment, discouragement, exhaustion, even feeling numb is a feeling. So how about we stop with the masks because this masquerade ball is running over time. We need to start unraveling the stacks of wool so that we can slowly begin the process of rolling it back to order again.
Let us remove the make up and cleanse ourselves of the layers of protection and rediscover what it means to be open and forthcoming about the struggles that make us human. Let us build bonds from shared pain and experiences. The kind of things that will lead us to see that others have gone through the same and came out still sane.
What's the use of lipstick when it's just covering the cracks in our speech. What's perfume and cologne when they're just covering up the stench of our septic wounds.
We flatter each other with the batting of eye lashes and pleasantries, while the inner child is waiting for the perfect time to cry wolf.
We apply make up to our wounds and put on our superhero outfits like people who can fix the world when our worlds are falling apart.
We're told to hold it together even when there are too many pieces to keep track of. We're told to just give it time but we don't even have time to catch our breaths and acknowledge what it is that we're feeling. Like pain, disappointment, discouragement, exhaustion, even feeling numb is a feeling. So how about we stop with the masks because this masquerade ball is running over time. We need to start unraveling the stacks of wool so that we can slowly begin the process of rolling it back to order again.
Let us remove the make up and cleanse ourselves of the layers of protection and rediscover what it means to be open and forthcoming about the struggles that make us human. Let us build bonds from shared pain and experiences. The kind of things that will lead us to see that others have gone through the same and came out still sane.