Friday, November 28, 2008

Back here again.

She longs to speak, but cannot bring herself to do so.

The silent minutes and hours and days roll by and she remains quiet because there is only one thing she can think of, speak of...this secret...but she will not give life or breath to it, not here, not when she is exposed and bare.

She tucks herself into bed at night, wishing sleep would come and she writes imaginary words on her ceiling and eyelids when it doesn't find her. She plucks words from the trees of her mind, turning them over in her hands, testing their weight, holding them close or discarding them, thinking of how sweet it would be to speak them aloud. The energy of it all buzzes inside of her and she rolls over, trying to quiet it and soothe it away. But sleep still dances around her like a hummingbird never quite still enough to land. The clock blinks and the tree boughs grow heavier and heavier with words ripe for harvesting.

She tries to appease herself by speaking of it in vagaries and shadows, never really saying what longs to be said, never succumbing to the birth pangs of the truth coursing through her, but instead she says something that amounts to nothing, hoping that this small offering is enough to make it through the night.

This is a repost from January, but when I sat down to write today, this post was all I could think of. This post and all of the many, many things I cannot say.


PS: Please, go visit my friend, Bennie. His son stopped breathing today and is currently in the PICU. They need all the support they can get.

12 comments:

Magpie said...

Oh Kyla. Thinking of you, and hoping you're okay.

flutter said...

Oh, Kyla. My heart

Chaotic Joy said...

Good grief this is gorgeous. Perfectly, heartbreakingly gorgeous.

painted maypole said...

i knew I recognized this....

praying for you and your friends...

Dr. Cason said...

Such poignant and beautiful writing.

InTheFastLane said...

I know this feeling. Sometimes words heal and sometimes word will inflame. I am thinking of you and all that remains unsaid.

ewe are here said...

Sad but lovely.



Hope you had a happy Thanksgiving.

Lisa b said...

oh kyla. The weight of what is not said is so great.

Thank you for letting me know about Bennie.

Ben and Bennie said...

As if I could muster anymore tears...this one did it.

Katie said...

You know where to find me friend.

Love you.

Beck said...

I'm sorry for the hard, bad stuff that you can't even talk about. It's terrible, these secret things.

Erin said...

And I'm struck with this, isn't there already enough pain in the world. And I wonder what enough is. Enough for who?

My best. Hoping that might make a difference.