To The Boy
Missed Connections in Pittsburgh
He is gone from here, I know, indulge me.
Whatever, it’s free.
Not regarding any recent post.
Just putting out waves of care and love forever and ever,
no matter what rolls out.
I know a lot of people judge him and come down on him, consequences, I’ve had them too, in the past, I get it.
I can’t change their opinion of him, so let them go like fireflies.
I want him to survive it, the odds, to grow into his great awesome self.
I am the official knower of awesomeness, and he has it.
I dream that we are lying in a huge meadow someday, looking up at a perfect sky, so far from this heavy, ill Pittsburgh air.
Then, we just get right.
And it’s all good.
I hope he sees, I hope he understands, I hope he believes, who I am: from here on out.
That’s what hurt so, so much, that he didn’t, or wouldn’t.
Or couldn’t.
Some hearts thrive on the soil we walk on, an earth that feeds the beat that sustains us.
So, do you know, now?
Did I prove it, somehow?
Hand to hand we do grow something good, invisible or otherwise.
My friend.
Her Two Cents
Sadness and grief are a part of our lives – no matter how hard we try to say positive, upbeat, and looking to the bright side. So often we try to mask sorrow with a happy face either because we think we should or because others have told us it’s the best thing. But I’m all for embracing the darkness; look at it, sit with it, write/paint/dance it. It’s only by acknowledgment that you can make it through to the far side.
