Wading Through (again)

I will not censor part of me,
Which begs to be expressed,
Because it shatters the illusion,
And reveals the human mess.

There is no way around it,
Only the wading through,
Up to my neck in all of it,
Is all I know to do.

Perhaps I’ll sit a moment,
Just be with the stink and then,
Investigate bacteria,
‘Till I get up and move again.

I see all of you around me,
Also trying to make sense,
I can’t look away and decorate,
Or try to cover up the stench.

I do not mind the stopping still,
To have a look around,
Being with the shit that bubbles up,
Is the only way I’ve found.

To engage this life and all of it,
As it presents itself to me,
I’ll just use it as fertilizer,
Composting crap creatively.

–A.R.

WomanAtMudVolcano2_09_34X60

 

 

 

 

 

 

Woman at Mud Volcano 2 by Natasha Prosenc

 

Because sometimes people wonder why I write about “certain things” that perhaps they think should stay private. My answer, because it happened, because it comes up, because it is part of life, because staying silent about any of it simply causes isolation. Isolation for myself and for others who have a similar experience.  I have been silent at the wrong times, about the wrong things, for too long. Silence for me will stay “on the cushion” and that is it.

~ by April on April 17, 2014.

4 Responses to “Wading Through (again)”

  1. I understand precisely; this is why you named your blog as is?

    • Yes, that is right. Ugly things come up sometimes. No point staying silent about them…unless I am on the cushion. It is indeed funny that all this silent sitting has helped me regain my voice off the cushion. Ironic isn’t it?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: