Story

https://woodsydotblog.wordpress.com This is a post that I read that I felt really speaks volumes during these crazy times. It’s by John over at Woodsytheperformancepoet. Check him out!

They have missilesthat can wipe away history. They have wordsthat can wipe away hope. All of your stories are small,disposable… Crawling through the misty forestat the foot of your unmade bed or the scaling mountainsidesand clambering over stone signaturesfrom the back of coucheswhere you slept a nighton the edge of bigger lives… These stories will […]
Story

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Woodsy

November 13, 2020 at 3:06 pm

When you find yourself
suddenly, deliriously unchained
from all the stuff that everyone assures you is not a trap…
and then sells back to you
like a shroud…
Because everything seems to wall you in.
Everything seems to tell you
who you need to be,
how you need to think,
how many times you wind your heart
and where you point your fingers in a storm.

When you find yourself
suddenly free of all that stuff,
suddenly untamed,
unrealised,
uncoached
and sadly, deeply, softly true..

and all you want to do is cry
for all those treasures
whose hearts were wide enough to swim the tough stuff with you,
and still look beautiful
in a story nobody who didn’t know you would even look twice at.

I’ll be out there on the page
that stares out
through car windscreens
and rainy windows
and a far slice of sky at the end of the street,
waiting,
warmer than I should be,
and
taller than I feel,
to stand a ground that speaks its home
between maps,
waiting always
to weep the words out with you.

Big hugs for keeping my faith, Britt. Thank you.

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1. BrittnyLee
  
  November 13, 2020 at 8:16 pm
  
  Always John. You’re my hero in many
  ways.
  
  Artists share
  Artists cry
  They live anew with every fleeting die.
  Coming into the rain, soaking up the gray clouds.
  I call your name aloud.
  You hear me and call back.
  Somehow we reach across oceans.
  It’s something of a sort of magic, an unhindering of balance.
  A statement, a chance at truth, a reality.
  It’s you.
  
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  1. Woodsy
    
    November 13, 2020 at 8:28 pm
    
    You will always have me here,
    waiting at the other end,
    wherever the clouds go.
    Always.
    That’s the strength of your magic,
    no matter how small and scared it might sometimes feel.
    
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  2. BrittnyLee
    
    November 14, 2020 at 5:11 pm
    
    The strength of a certain magic, touch of gold.
    Freedom in the binds, open eyes in the state of dreaming.
    
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