They say….I’m a hard one to read.
I’m not emotionally expressive. I could be falling apart, or my sock could be sneaking down into my shoe. Both expressions are pretty much the same. Emotion… really isn’t my thing.
I’ve been called uncaring, unfeeling, heartless, inappropriate, odd, a zombie, devoid of emotion. All are accurate at times. I don’t react to situations the way the average person would.
Call it a character flaw. Start checking the psycho/serial killer checklist if you wish. I just cannot be an actor in a play where I screwed up the audition.
I’ll be honest. My range of emotions in a day are much like yours. I laugh in a moment, panic in the next, and at times wish I could hide. I don’t share my emotions because….well, I don’t think you really want to see them. Hell, I’m not even sure I want to see them.
So, lets think about this for a moment. If we were all truly honest about how we feel in this very moment…could we trust each other with our very raw emotions? Would I trust you, the person reading this? Would I trust someone I call a friend? Could I trust family? Who is it I would trust?
I don’t have an answer for that question. I’d like to think I know who I can trust but, I’ve been let down on occasion. It is never so straight forward that we can answer simply and succinctly, “This is my most trusted!”
I started thinking about this Thursday of last week. Life threw me into the thinking mood, briefly, as family emergencies tend to do. In those moments I began to write without thought. The end result….well, it is still a work in progress. I wanted to share it with you in its raw-ish form. I call it…. I Hope He Knows
I Hope He Knows
In Deaths minds eye
I wonder what he sees?
Is it images of happiness,
and what life is meant to be?Or, does he see my questions?
My endless lingering doubts?
The ‘Whys’, the ‘Hows’, the ‘What the hells?’
And “What is life all about?”In Deaths minds eye
I wonder if he sees
My perfectly shattered heart,
or neglected memories?The dreams which died?
The ones which failed to be?
My beginnings, my endings,
and all my cries to be free?In Deaths minds eye
I can only hope he sees
The greatest good I ever did
and the happiest I could be.I hope in my last moments,
with each fleeting memory,
In Deaths minds eye
He knows
what it is
to be me.~Wendy Wilder~
I could see death standing there patiently waiting for each moment of my life to finish passing before me. In no hurry. Sad, but understanding. And I wondered…was he able to see my whole life? Was he seeing what I was? And I really hoped he did.
How terribly lonely it would be to never share anothers memory…or emotion. To be devoid of the one thing which brings us closest.
So…for tonight. I say laugh when you feel like laughing. Cry when the world brings you to tears. Celebrate the little things, for they are the greatest. And when you panic, or your anxiety lies to you…say, “Thank you!,” because you are one step closer to overcoming it. You are fierce! You are brilliant! You are exactly what you are meant to be!
And each and every emotion you experience is valid, real, and deserves to be heard. Never be afraid to express those emotions…and I will try to take my own advice.
Goodnight my friends!