This was where I languished for a long time, and I am so thankful to read these words now, tables, from a place of open air. If you feel like this, I’ll tell you three words a good friend texted me: Go get help.
-AS
Dragged Down and Drowned
- Originally posted on a 6s community, August 10, 2011 at 11:11am
Trapped, dependent, useless, discredited, disgusting, diminutive, stuck, muted, caged, loathed, unnecessary, unworthy, unsalvageable are the words that hang from my flesh today, and I haven’t the slightest notion how to unhinge them, discard them, or forget them.
Dragged down and drowned by words is a slow and meticulous death of self and life and freedom, and unwanted. Where has the air gone, and why can I not simply desire it enough to force it into my lungs?
Whose life is this I die while mine floats just out of reach?
If I allow myself to be ferried to the bottom, perhaps I’ll find the beginning, perhaps I’ll see the angiogenesis of this un-life and censure it before it overtakes me.
Take so much softness and make it hard, hard and tangible, hard and comprehensible, hard and harder still that I may reach out, grab hold, and find my footing.