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Life Collides

A recurring theme in my life right now is how our lives collide at any given moment with the lives of those around us, often in inconvenient times and methods. Promotions can be granted while someone loses a job. A miscarriage can be mourned while a birth is celebrated. Couples break up while weddings are planned. Choices are altered by circumstances within and beyond our control.

What amazes me is how often we're all dealing with our own degrees of pain and joy at any given moment. Today I learned that someone very dear to me has been carrying a burden for at least the last 4 years. I'm directly connected to that burden, through no malice on either side. It's just life at work. Our lives collided, leaving both of us feeling pretty bruised and bloody and lost in the silence of the unspeakable.

I want to wrap my arms around this person. And cry. And apologize. And mourn the shift in our lives' paths. Perhaps that day will arrive at some point. Until then, I still need to process it all. I put together this poem in an attempt to make some sense of the situation.

Life Collides

Your pain.
My pain.
Chafes. Bleeds.
Festers in the silence.

Your tears.
My tears.
Pool. Merge.
Form an ocean.

Your cries.
My cries.
Wail. Echo.
Sound the alarm.

Your life.
My life.
Collides. Clashes.
Without any warning.

Comments

Christy said…
Beautifully done. Thanks for sharing :)

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