Dear Angels,
I don’t think I was meant for this earth. My heart is too big and aches too much.
I try to pull myself out of sadness but my efforts are to no avail.
I let go.
I let God.
I try and try.
I sit in emptiness and silence.
I sit in prayer.
I hope and wish and dream.
I try once more.
While I am not tough, I recognize I am brave.
I stand acutely aware of the dangers of life and the inevitability of dying. Change terrifies me, yet my very existence is encompassed by constant change. Still I walk on.
I am bombarded by my mind’s connections, the branching out of complex thoughts in order to make some sense of concepts and happenings. My thoughts, a web, upon a web, upon a web, spinning out exponentially and infinitely with no end, exhaust me. Still I walk on.
The only way to stop the thoughts is to distract. And while the thoughts are endless, the distractions are finite, and have a built-in ability to expire. Expiration leaves me weary and more fearful. The expiration of distraction, too, becomes a fear. Still I walk on.
My empathy depletes my energy sources. With the onset of pain or tragedy, I am left spinning in emotions, uncertain of how to assist, and where to start in the process of uncovering all the information buried beneath layer upon layer of soul-tears. One event turns and quickly bleeds into another—a river of sorts surging and bursting at the bed’s seams and pounding upon terrain after terrain, forging new ground and new thought. Still I walk on.
I see the eyes of the victims of life, hollow, afraid, alone. I understand isolation is a disease of our time, as well as a lingering disconnection. Still I walk on.
Everywhere is poison: food, medicines, waters, earth, animals, man, filled with poison. Poison as substance and poison as thought. Still I walk on.
I long to sprout wings and hover above, to glide and bless the suffering. I long to weave magic, to soothe and comfort. I long to place a salve of love and salvation across humanity. Still I walk on.
I don’t know where to place my angst, my fear, my pain. And I refuse to pretend life is easy and happy. I question and question: Can I be light and be sad? Can I be light and be confused? Can I be light crying from within the darkness? Still I walk on.
I beg in confusion, and in my absence of vigor and vitality, depleted and drained, I weep. “Give them hope and strength. Show this world, so long emptied of hope a vision, a sign, a destiny. Point us to the path of light.”
And though my feet our weary and my head heavy, still I walk on
With lantern in hand, with angels at my side, I stand motionless, a light to the path, as still, I walk on.
Everyday Asperger's 
Poignant words Sam 🙂
Thank you so much sweet Deb
And still you walk on. Disheartened by failures and sadness but encouraged by the small victories….Very touching
May elven and fishland powers prevail through all the drudgery…. hugs
How very touching is your post! I can relate in many ways to your writing. You seem to have been able to communicate how you feel very well. Keep writing, I know it helps me and I’m pretty darn sure it helps you also. . .
Sandy Ozanich
Thank you for your very kind words and the time you took to comment.
Isolation, disconnection. Isn’t it strange this happens when we are so much MORE connected than ever before? But please, please keep that lantern in your hand, don’t drop it.
Thank you so much for your sweet words.
I feel what you talk about, all the time, all of it, the same.So wonderful and brilliant and colorful and horrifying and awsome and heavy…I cant wait to be done! If youve never seen it, seriously go buy a copy of the fisher King’, with Robin Williams and Jeff Bridges.It’s all in there.Seen it hundreds of times, and never gets dull…The best distraction EVER.Thank you for existing in this World, you got skills and you are sweet.
Writing Fisher King on a post it as a reminder to me. Thank you very much for your comment.
“Can I be light and be sad? Can I be light and be confused?
Can I be light crying from within the darkness?”
I know these words, I hear them too. Yes, we can my lovely friend.
You know me, you know that I look to Jesus for my strength.
We know that He wept, we know that He felt sorrow.
So yes, we can be light and still be human.
I love you and I love this post.
So open and honest you are my lovely Basna.
Me, BB. xxx HUGSsss
I know you get me. You are a perfect friend for me. Love your light. xo
You are definitely made for this world. You are here to heal it with limitless, overflowing love.
thank you for your very kind words. Brought a smile to my heart.
are you ok?
Yes, I am fine. Thank you so much for asking. You are very kind. This is a “normal” processing writing for me. Working through emotions of the East Coast storms and other parts of life. Thanks again. 🙂
You know if you take a sturdy flashlight and toss it into a dark cave, it will bounce around and finally come to a stop. It is still effective, still casting the same amount of light, but, depending on where it is shining, there is the question as to how the flashlight feels about where it is and if it is scared, nervous, or what…
Just a thought,
Scott – to a flashlight I know who shines so well.
excellent image and thought. Thanks for your kindness. 🙂