Monday, March 18, 2013

after the storm




  Vulnerability Hangover. 
  Wow.  
  I cannot talk about the context in which I heard that term
  tonight
  but it just won't leave my head,
  is searing itself across my brain like a 
  tattoo.
  Definition:  (vulnerability hangover)
  the sense of fear that we've exposed too much, 
  perhaps to a person we cannot really trust.
  a universal experience.
  really??? you mean it's not just me???
  Description: We feel the urge to connect with someone so we share something deeply meaningful.  Minutes, hours or days later, we begin to feel regret sweep over us like a warm wave of nausea.
  Wow.
  Perfect description of
   my worst nightmare
  the thing I strive to avoid most
  that feeling of being stripped 
  of all my defenses
  laid bare for all to see my imperfections.
  This opens up a myriad of exploding thoughts,
  too much to put into words,
  in fact, this would be a good jumping off point
  for some work of art...
  a better way to express how this feels...
  to draw a picture,
  wildly splash paint across a wall or canvas
  in bright reds, purples, 
  calm blues or even black.
  to bang out some chords, 
  add some wailing,
 choreograph a dance,
  spastic at times,
  then flowing, methodical,
  as God calms the storm
  and puts the broken pieces back together
  into a new tapestry, a new vessel, a new song.
  Words can be so unnecessary.
  If only words can be used to connect people,
  then what's the point?
  Even the thunder and lightning understand.
  
  

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