Tuesday, November 12, 2013

No One's Fault

I carry in me a darkness. It hides away. It lines every thought. Some thinly, and other with a coat of insulation from any light. Most often it covers my dreams.

The blackness in me doubts- a veil to hide me from myself. To protect me if ever those dreams should shatter. In this darkness, I won't see the pieces. But I can feel the cutting edges of the hopes I have lost. At least I don't have to see how broken they are.

The wounds of a broken dream might be hidden behind that velvet mask of cynicism. But seen or not, they will bleed. Darkness is no bandage. They have bleed before, from slashes to pin pricks. Scars are there too. Between them it's difficult to find a place of perfect flesh. I want them to be found, to be discovered on purpose and tended too with gentleness and understanding. Some suture to help them heal properly, and treatment to lessen the scars. Until then, I will pretend that I have not been wounded. 

Because it's no one's fault.

Merely the product of a hopeful mind full of doubt and an dreaming heart aching for authenticity. 

1 comment:

Ellie said...

"I want them to be found, to be discovered on purpose and tended too with gentleness and understanding."

HANNAH, SO GOOD.

Never hesitate to call me, literally any time, if you need me I will come.

I love you.