memories
flooding
seeping
oozing
creeping
lurking
leaking
slithering
sneaking
grating
mocking
harassing
shocking
haunting
nagging
biting
dragging
gnawing
worming
clutching
storming
draining
gushing
thrashing
pushing
choking
stunning
stabbing
running
flying
rushing
racing
crushing
beating
savaging
kicking
ravaging
pummeling
battering
pounding
shattering
unsought
bringing
maddening
wringing
gripping
grasping
gnashing
gasping
stinging
seething
writhing
screaming
gouging
marring
damaging
scarring
suffering
severing
reeling
unravelling
blistering
burning
boiling
yearning
stammering
stumbling
falling
fumbling
moaning
sighing
uttering
crying
mourning
moaning
trembling
groaning
shaking
shivering
weakening
wavering
murmuring
aching
bleeding
shaking
weeping
wailing
whimpering
failing
faltering
shrinking
teetering
sinking
awakening
grieving
hardening
leaving
searching
stammering
clawing
clammering
absorbing
agonizing
abandoning
realizing
reckoning
recovering
seeking
surviving
finding
meaning
conceding
beginning
finally
freeing
accepting
seeing
admitting
overcoming
learning
becoming
adjusting
coping
allowing
hoping
healing
growing
changing
knowing
releasing
forgiving
returning
to living.
~cj 2002.12.11
This was awesome – read it thru relating all the way …. Then again & again adding more in my head as I went and it led me back to a powerful gal’s retreat I was on once entitled, “The Weavings of Our Lives”. There were two tapestries there hung as reflections and objects of the meditations/teachings. The one with the backside showing was so chaotic and seemed repulsive actually – the other sheer beauty!
On the frontside all those dark threads were so exquisitely woven in and necessary
for the effects of the whole piece to bring in depth & shadows and elevating to the
Overall vision all the colorful, delicate & rich golden, jeweled strands.
After reading your poem I felt a strong compulsion to let go and embrace – knowing my own dark threads will just be a part of my beauty in the end. Thx CJ
WOW, Billie, I love that image from that retreat. What a wonderful thing to visualize related to this piece.
I remember how this one tumbled out of me in what felt like no time, but in the same moment, felt like forever.
And it largely ends up in the same place as that tapestry…accepting the dark threads, and realizing they all go into the beauty.
Thx for reading this and commenting, Billie. 🙂