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angel - Well done.
posted by
FoliageGold
on August 10, 2007 at 8:00 AM
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Im stronger but in some ways,softer too. I can handle pain but it can
from time to time,wring and squeeze the life from me. Dont lose your feelings. you need them to lubricate your soul. otherwise it will become a dry dead thing ready to shatter at the smallest impact.
posted by
proc
on August 9, 2007 at 3:39 PM
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Angel
I like what Temple wrote - we are united by our pain. You write about pain and sorrow with such depth, Angel. I think as we get older it's not that we become immune to the sorrow or watching another coffin be lowered, but we've developed a clearer perspective or understanding that death is (unfortunately) part of life's cycle. I too tend to be stoic in the face of sorrow but behind closed doors I allow myself to crumble.
posted by
Troosha
on August 9, 2007 at 10:52 AM
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It's said as we watch those die around us we develop death skills.
Who knew that was a skill we'd ever need, but it is about survival for those of us who must go on. When I feel I can't survive my life's woes, I listen to my husband talk to me about Fallujah, I comfort my Mother who lost two of three sisters in the same number of years, I hug my 14-year old brother-in-law who we are raising who had to watch his mother die a slow death and be her caretaker while her family abandoned him and my husband was at war. Sometimes I think what unites us is our pain and our capacity for survival. Nicely written.
posted by
Temple
on August 9, 2007 at 2:46 AM
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Re: enigmatic
Yeah I reckon. That would have to be the worst way to go. That and drowning...
posted by
dark_mistress_again
on August 9, 2007 at 2:33 AM
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angel
I'd hate to be buried alive...
posted by
Enigmatic68
on August 9, 2007 at 1:57 AM
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Excellent post...
Your words wash over me with a great many memories. I've seen so many tragedies, so much lost in the years past. I've taken life, I've held those as they died, I've seen others die, and I've been to late for those I loved so much who died in manners not fit for this world. Life has been dark, angry, and filled with hate and resentment. I was called a Shadowsoul, and for many years I lived as one...there is always light along every path, even those that decend into darkness....
posted by
gavelkorbald
on August 9, 2007 at 12:29 AM
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