We’re all wrestling the monsters of our own making.
The wounds that define us.
The demons that rear their ugly head.
Threatening to swallow us in their womb.
What is it we won’t do to evade them?
Just about anything not to confront them.
Fill the voids with meaningless banter.
Drown the screams in a busy din.
Seek solace in any passion or addiction
Fill our searing soul’s hunger with food
Punctuate our aches in the arms
Of retail therapy and coffee
All of these are nothing
But temporary refuges.
With the touch of the traces of time
These monsters become home for us.
They say it takes courage to
Instead courage is what it
takes to stay
To stay and yet distance yourself
from all that no longer soothes your soul
Detachment from all that no longer
lets you feel whole
Stay and yet allow all the hurt and pain to walk away
Hold your fragmented heart
Paint it into a piece of art
Let the fragments fit
and let the jagged edges meet
Let it scatter into a beautiful mess
Till you see the beauty in brokenness.
With the traces of time and the touch of experience, we learn to stop fighting what life throws our way. It’s a rather slow journey which starts with us trying to battle what happens to us, question it and finally we learn the art of graceful acceptance. From a baffled why me you move to a never mind and finally settle for ‘ it happened for a reason’.
There comes a time when we learn to stop wrestling the darkness, stop letting tumultuous days get to us and start learning the art of accepting life in all its uncertainties, ugliness and veracity and finally we learn to embrace those uncertainties, and enjoy the roller coaster ride that is. It is all about making peace with the demons that haunt us.
A source of strength
A vortex that can
Twirl the soul
A comfortable home
A lonely, dark recess
A harmonious tune
A jarred refrain
Stirring chords of solitude
Or stringing lyrics of loneliness
Silence is a strange melody
You can turn it into
What you want it to be
Darkness will entice us into its tentacles
Envelop our lonely hearts
Throw us in a volley
But light always has a way
Of creeping into hearts cold with fear
Through the unlikeliest corners