the invisible things

surrender isn’t easy

Advertisements

Here is me in my body. Here is the weight of my bones, my blood, my lungs.

Here is me in my body pushing against gravity, exhausted, frustrated that every single thing takes up so much energy.

Here is my claustrophobia, my cement feet.

Here is the way my breath shallows as the weight of frustration comes in.

This is exhausting. How does anyone stay in their body for so long?

Here is my irony.

Here is my hollow leg. Filled with spirits. No, not vodka.

Here is me settling into the reality of how weird I am, how I gnash at the strangest things because I don’t feel like I belong.

Here is my humour. Here is my grief. Here is my past and the way that my present is all about catching up.

Here are the charnel grounds I’ve walked through.

Here is me mourning the loss of all the invisible things.

Here is my fear. My resistance. My disbelief.

Here is why I can’t explain why I don’t belong.

There is me as a sunshine six year old playing double dutch with my imaginary friend Mikey.

Here is me, in my body for long stretches at a time now. Fighting the fear, then surrendering to it.

Here is me wishing I had someone to hold my hand.

The only thing about having an imaginary friend as a kid is that he can never hold your hand.

Here is me praying on the train, in the bathroom, on the floor.

Here is me sensing and then feeling the cold, praying for it to be sent away.

Here is me trying to make sense of the fact that sometimes cold air is just cold air.

Here is me opening my heart.

Not believing anymore in happy fairytale endings, but wanting one just the same.

Suffering in the space between.

Author: tendrilwise

Hi, I have a diploma in Journalism, I've published a novel, and I am currently studying psychology. My odd way of viewing the world either gets me kicked out of parties or invited to them. Jenn McKay

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s