Echoes

It was time to leave the real world behind for awhile.  At least this was her intention as she sat down to write.  It was time to escape into her world of imagination-of fantasy.  Now is when that song pops into her head.  Willy Wonka and all those Gobstoppers!  Not to mention the little men who help run the factory.  Hmmm…Umpalumpas!  Oh God she was straying!

Well…what is the subject for tonight?

Her thoughts turned a little more melancholic as she sat thinking of Christmas seasons from years ago.  It has always been her favorite season of the year but not these last three years. There was and has been too much sadness in her life during these last few years.  When she stopped to think about it-it only brought tears to her eyes and made her heart ache almost beyond tolerance.  She wanted to forget everything and anything but that was impossible.  The sadness within her made her who she was-how can she be anyone else?

The moments have been filled with dark and light thoughts-sometimes gray ones. Then there were those very bright moments when she felt loved and special. Those moments have far outweighed the rest. These were the moments which have been the light at the end of the tunnel-a tunnel she was still traveling through.

She stopped her writing for a short while as she sat and remembered all.  Especially those memories filled with him. His heartbeat, his touch, his laughter-he was the only true love in her life.  Now, he was so far away-her heart broke each time she thought about it.  He was also in the same place.  Plans had been disturbed and side-tracked with things beyond the control of either one of them.  The plans have been revamped-step by step, as he says.  She was always on a see-saw-but always a see-saw filled with love.  He would be home soon-he said so therefore she believes.  She has to believe-it is what is left. He made her believe again…their time was coming.

Sighing heavily she went back to her writing-then she once more-she stopped.

Her mind went back in time to when she was a child.  It was Christmas Eve; the house was dark and warm.  She was under the covers anticipating Santa’s visit.  When she saw who actually left her toys on her bed-her small heart just stopped.  Mom and Dad were placing a new doll at the foot of her bed-then they left to leave more toys around the tree.  There was no Santa-it was a harsh reality for such a small child. 

It was then she started to question her faith in the unbelievable-her small world shaken. That particular memory did not make her flinch.  If anything she became more analytical-logical.  That became her shield in life.  She questioned everything! She always found an argument pro or con.  Her Dad always said she should have been an attorney.  She always found an answer.  Not always the best one but it always finished any argument or proved the point she was trying to make.  She laughed out loud.  Gawd those were some arguments they had.  They were just too much alike.  She missed him.

Yes, her parents never held her back.  She learned to respect the point of view of others.  She accepted change-not always easily but she did flow with it.  Mostly, she became an independent spirit.  She was always the strange one-her family called her the “rebel”-she wasn’t but that is the way it fell in her life.  Wild child is really what she was underneath all the outer pinning of what society would call proper. 

Even the broken nose a few years later resulting from a misunderstanding-was hidden by the proper phrases.

Wow, memory lane time.  She had to try to write-try to get her stride back. The keystrokes were swift but still she deleted all she wrote.  There was a missing spirit in her words.

All round the edge of her mind were echoes of past experiences, memories, wants-desires.  Just on the edge-waiting to come in from the shadows.  Dark things, nasty things then there were those that were sprinkled with light and love.  These were the ones she desperately wanted to come back to her.  It was difficult-beyond difficult.

They came back in pieces-like her writing. Fragmented; lacking substance-filled with fear or filled with wonder which quickly evaporates upon the light of day.  She felt she needed to redeem herself but the cost was high-maybe too high.  She felt she always had a gun to her head.  One wrong move and her existence would be wiped away.

She remembers well other times in the past feeling like this.  She remembers the loss, the loneliness.  It was the darkness that she could not escape then. Her soul was in constant pain-worse she lost the desire to live.  She did not want to visit that dark place again.  She was nearly lost-swallowed whole.

Echoes, that is all. Just echoes of things past and no shade of the future to be seen. These shades had life only if she allowed them to interfere with her present. The one echo-the only echo she needed was the one that lit the end of the tunnel.

She tried once again but it was useless. Her concentration was lost for the moment.  She needed to make a decision and chose a path; she can’t be a victim anymore.  She shut down the laptop.  She needed to clear her mind.  At least-for the moment, she is walking away from the shades of the past which still echoed in her mind.

©2011 december/cb

Warned...

yea…told me once.

you told me twice.

but did i listen…nope.

i just kept coming back for more.

i thought that maybe with time you would see.

i mean really see!

you did…but only what you wanted to see. 

so i left you a note-hoping you would read it.

i found an empty space instead.

you became busier than usual

i found that i wasn’t as sad as i thought i would be

in fact, what i found was a feeling of peace.

strange that it took a bitch to make me look deeper

at the time it seemed important

you seemed important.

now-my path has opened onto another road

now-you are warned

once and only once

open your eyes

because now-it is my turn-it is my time

© Sept 09, 2011/cb

La Fea Mas Bella - Plain Jane

La Fea Mas Bella

Me quedé a tu lado incluso cuando no me veas
Me llevó todas tus preocupaciones sin que ni siquiera supieras

Mi belleza es muy anodino - incluso se puede decir fea
Sé que no soy un trofeo para mostrar y mucho menos quiere

Mi voz era un zumbido molesto - hasta que necesitas algo de mi
Entonces en ese momento - con una claridad – si escuchas mi voz

En algún lugar a lo largo de la línea, que finalmente te distes cuenta de que yo si estaba allí
Mi belleza interior finalmente estalló a través de ese escudo ciega tuyo

Sí, allí estaba yo ... pero demasiado tarde te das cuenta de esto
¿Cuándo empezaste a notar? ¿Cuándo comenzó ese momento de tener algún sentimiento por mí?

Ahora tu voz es el molesto zumbido en el oído
Un recuerdo lejano y un herido demasiado grande que obligadamente ha sido suprimida.

Yo soy la mujer fea que te quido con ternura y sin recriminación
ahora ... quien me dara socorro cuando yo lo necesito mas?

~~~

Plain Jane

I stood by your side even when you don't see me

I bore all your worries without you even knowing

My beauty is very nondescript - you can even say ugly

I know that I am not a trophy for you to display and much less want

My voice was an annoying buzz - until you wanted something

Then at that moment, with clarity you hear my voice

Somewhere along the line, you finally realized that I was there

My inner beauty finally burst through that blind shield of yours

Yes, I was there...but too late do you realize this

When did you start to notice? When did you start to have any feeling for me?

Now your voice is the annoying buzz in my ear

A distant memory; a grievous hurt; which has been forced to be suppressed.

I am the ugly woman who nursed you

Now...who will nurse me?

©2011 jan/cb

True Colors

You say yellow; I say blue


You say cold; I say warm


You say what you say; yet I am wrong






Little things keep building up; taking its toll


The pros and cons; the list keeps getting longer


There is more negative these days; the positive is lost






When we click; it is heaven on earth


Connections of the mind, body and soul; nothing interferes


Yet different point view we clash; no middle ground is found






Religion, politics-everyday affairs; daily a sadness creeps in


We are far-then close-then far again; this yo-yo keeps going on


Ranting and raving-yelling; where has the tenderness gone?






My breath is held-suspended in life; my steps are paused


You do not like who I am; these changes have been subtle


Slapped in the face; my pride-your pride-both have been hurt






True colors starting to bleed; reality is seeping in


You walked away without a glance; rage coloring your exit


My feet stand ready to fly; do I stand or do I stand down?






Do I stand or do I stand down...











© 2010 31 may/cb