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!