Write To You

When I write to you
I know you may not understand what I mean.
I will write to you,
Because you will not understand what I mean.

And so, it will be easy
To send you gray letters
Heavy with meaning
Like a large cloud
Threatening to spill Big words like
Love, Dust, Scars, Sarcasm.
For they wont make you flinch.

Because you may, for very long,
Maybe forever
Pretend to miss the point
In an effort to keep your mind
Simple.
To steer clear of dark corners
And sharp edges
And the maze of thoughts that you think comes with.
Like caries with fistfuls of candy.

 

I will write to you
Because you will ignore
What you know my words mean
In the hope that some day
You will be fed up
Of not listening to yourself
Understand,that with my words
I have been trying to make up
For all that you have been trying to keep
From yourself.
And then, you will not see my words,
But read them.

 

Because I know
That I am not glorifying
Your mind, in my head
Just because then you will be someone I want.
But because I have watched
Shadows settle gently
Behind your perfectly practiced vacant stares.
And I have caught you slip up
In your efforts to conceal
All the more you have in your less.

 

You are boring, you insist, you are old.
You are just ignorant of feelings, you say.
I can tell, you are just running away.
Because you caught the hint of pain
In someone else’s lies.
And swore to never
Let anyone’s words mean as much to you.

 
So I will write to you
And tell you
That sometimes
Dark corners,
can be safe places
Sharp edges,
Can be used to hold onto.

 
So I will write to you
To tell you that I can see you inside
In hiding.
That it is okay.

And that, just in case, some day
You let my words slip in
And they begin to make sense to you
Like stars become constellations
I will be around to tell you
That there is power in vulnerability.
I will be around to witness
Just how much more, I know,
Your less can be.

Let go already

“You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself and not be afraid of fullness. The fullness is like a tidal wave which then carries you, sweeps you into experience and into writing.

Permit yourself to flow and overflow, allow for the rise in temperature, all the expansions and intensifications. Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them. If it seems to you that I move in a world of certitudes, you, par contre, must benefit from the great privilege of youth, which is that you move in a world of mysteries. But both must be ruled by faith.” 
Anais Nin