White Chalk

 

Some people like what pain feels like.
They’re enticed by the darkness.
They yearn for the numbing feeling of distress.
And thrive on the struggle to emerge from the black hole.
They’re the type searching for mishaps and tribulations.
With the knowledge of working it out but holding back so they can reach deep into the abyss.
Engulfing themselves.
Waddling in it …
Taking ownership of the spaces they will soon overcome,
So they can profess how they overcame…
So they can give testimony…
Time and again of their victory.
How they took the road less traveled and succumbed to weary and wayward ways
Because the path was met with hardships.
Never mentioning they created the hardships.
How they created the sinkhole by not fortifying the foundation.
How they created the calamity by grasping tight pain.
Held on long after they should have let go, just speak of overcoming tragedy.
They insist on resisting not because they are unable but because they don’t want to.
Their intention is not to feel better, not holistically, but momentarily.
They never want to feel better.
To feel whole.
To feel alive.
To live.
To feel.

 

And in all things I Leave You Love

 

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