Does light create my darkness?
Do you bring me my pain?
Is love my source of sorrow?
So easy to explain?
I don’t believe in closure.
A story’s not a life.
How do we get through heartache,
Through coldness, loss and strife?
We sense the good in others.
And also in ourselves.
Our tender interactions
Are books upon the shelves
Of evergreen experience,
And days of joy and tears.
Long-bandaged wounds scab over
Down through the passing years.
But should our scabs not heal
And should our years just die
What does it then reveal
To simply close our eyes?
We don’t escape our loneliness,
We merely build more walls,
That swallow us in darkness
And push away the calls
Of those who wish to laugh with us,
Or even let us cry,
Of those who wish to see us touch the clearest, bluest sky.
As I send you this message
Directly from my soul
I touch my truest dignity
And feel that I am whole.
I know that love survives in you,
And so it does in me.
To sense that this is always so allows us to be free.
-Ben Johnson
Poetry
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This is great, I like it. It reminds me of undiagnosed depression. Setting yourself apart from friends and family. Screening your calls, until you don’t even answer the phone. I have been there and I can relate. Just a little thing like asking for help speeds our recovery. But sometimes pride gets in the way, until you no longer feel proud of anything. I dig it.
Thank you!