WE ARE NOT THE SAME
We are not the same
As we were before
All that is good
And all that is bad
Will come to you
You will find it hard to believe
You are not the same
As you were before
The deck chairs
Have been rearranged
The attic has been cleaned out
The furniture do-si-do
The sofa in the kitchen
Bed in the living room
The dining room table out the door
On the outside
All will look the same
When asked
How are you?
The answer will be, “OK”
You begin to weave a lie
To keep the who-you-were pieces inside
May 16, 2018
5 comments:
I like the way you have conveyed the upheaval of life as:
'The furniture do-si-do
The sofa in the kitchen
Bed in the living room
The dining room table out the door'.
It made me feel uneasy!
I also love
'You begin to weave a lie
To keep the who-you-were pieces inside'.
Nice last two lines about the lie keeping the former pieces inside.
Love the mixing up... somehow I read this as someone in the early stage of dementia, so sad with that confusion and weaving of lies.
Oh yes, that is how I feel today, going out to paste a brave smile on my face, when the inside is in pieces - temporarily. Remembering the past. Remembering that a day or two from now, this will have sifted down a layer or two, so I can be more in today. We will never be the same as we were before we had and lost our biggest joys and deepest heartbreaks. But we are the richer - so much richer - for having known them. This conversation, I have no doubt, will be continued. Smiles.
A wonderful description of what emotional roller coasters feel like and the “brave” face we try to wear. Great write, Annell!
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