Our humanness has never tread lightly in our gardens.
Never been a singular moment.
Holds days that shame bleeds through to other pages.
While forgiveness sits in the uncomfortableness of not being seen.
Where those two share their tales of how the weather has gotten through.
How pain has shaped each of their voice’s.
Somehow building a strange companionship step by step.
And we take notice of how the loudness owns the story and the silence just shrugs.
Because one act of defeat will inspire another to come down the line too.
And its gotten easier and easier to not argue but to just let that stuff color.
To allow that aching melody to keep playing in the background.
Because its too dense for leniency in the cries of feeling everything and nothing at all.
Too challenging for the person buried under unyielding weight to be uncovered.
Too much falling into the misery that only humanness knows.
In the rain pouring onto the artist as well the artwork.
And for all of our days we have been following that movement not knowing that it’s the hardest way to walk any journey.
But guilt knows that we aren’t how we looked in the steps that shame demanded to name.
That we are lost in the structured information of words not gone because of moments.
That silence isn’t safe and skipping over that won’t make today tremble any less.
Because guilt knows that forgiveness leads to deeper repair while staying in park within that same story will continue to cost us happiness.
And while flowers won’t suddenly bloom, nor will we just love ourselves, struggles will get labeled as things to work with.
Bracing for falls won’t describe disposable.
Down won’t signify that things haven’t been handled well.
And pretending won’t make us cry as hard.
Some say it’s better to stand then it is to sit however when it comes to the layers in companionships, there’s no guarantee that standing won’t actually feed the hell.
That’s right, humanness doesn’t always tread tenderly and when it’s raining, the safety is our voice if it means we didn’t transplant shame where it didn’t belong.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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