you write so effectively and emotively when you are depressed that some might wish
for you to remain thoroughly miserable for some time yet, simply to allow you sufficient time to put into words how wretchedly they themselves are feeling.
You have captured and articulated the waves of pain for us. To lose a lover when we are hopelessly in love and they are not, is surely the worst pain of all. Yes, it is a little like mourning, but is actually a whole lot worse. The rejection, the damage to self esteem and the unfathomable reasoning that rages within takes a lot longer to heal, than the grief and revisiting of happy memories of the times shared with one that loved you to his death.
I do hope that writing this beautiful poetry is cathartic.
And it is so good to have you back here at elite!
the other day, i looked up the word mercy. not sure why really, but i wanted to see what it really means. interesting enough, the definition i landed on was from an early webster's edition and the last thing it stated was - at the mercy of the waves... or something like that.
pain does come in waves. that's what it feels like at least. there is an ebb and flow; the way it can come and cover or leave and leave you.
sometimes it's hard to see the light, even when it's right in front of you. but when you do see it? well - enough said.
just saying i can relate. i mean i think anyone who is human can.