Their Secret Language

Their Secret Language

 By Marisa Bernhard

 They speak with smiles and laughter

 It resonates ubiquitously near me

 A trifecta unbroken committed to speak their words, beam their honesty, and utter their thoughts

 They clamor about with no disregard, rendering their expressions to one another but no other

 They are here; near always close by, my love for them will never die

 My demands are many I am aware; a labor of love in hopes that transcends….yes I am the outsider that is okay I listen and sigh….and happy some days

 My home filled with noise….a language of secrets that needs no rendition; it is understood they express what’s been hidden

 For so many years their words were unspoken, their smiles were unseen, their laughter forgotten, their souls were deflated, their wishes demanded.

 They remember the past they know what it’s like to speak of a language that cannot be converted with words, although understood with amusement and mirth.

 I stand on the sidelines and guard the three….

 

I listen and do understand because they are my family!!!!

Blessed Laments

Blessed Laments

By Marisa Bernhard

One day, I am actually going to wake up and see what I have missed. I once had a glimpse of me, I was smart like Einstein, Marie Curie and whoever invented penicillin! I was cool like Janice Joplin, Stevie Nicks and all the hippy girls on my block when I was five.

You see I wear holey jeans with black clogs, clogs that are splattered with paint from my sister’s basement!  But I comb my hair, wear chocolate lip gloss with eye shadow, spray on Chanel No. 5, and I love pearls! That’s me too! SO WHAT!

I cry often it blurs my vision; I worry and agonize habitually – does it numb me? I think so! I wonder if everyone sees what I feel and often claim to no one don’t you see why I am this way!

In the morning I painstakingly sew up all my open wounds tucking inside them like batting my fears and worries----will this ever end!  I want to say SO WHAT but that frightens me too! I am put together a train wreck of sorts I face the outside.

I sit in boxes; boxes that move, boxes that don’t – all day long ….finally I come back and need to listen to something other than the my voice shouting all my mistakes that I created since the beginning of time……some days its Van – “Glad Tidings” plays loud and I can open my ears and hear laughter and see smiles all around me!

I am truly blessed!!!!!!! For they are not far and they do not judge….we rescued one another – they love, I love, they look, I smile, they laugh, I listen - They heal; I am healed!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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