How do I respond?

Knowing doesn't make the hurt go away. 
It just gives a face to the hurt as the wound still bleeds. 
Logic's cold ice, the evening is filled with,
less misery.
The pain is there.
To be embraced.
So that the healing can happen.
And life turns to the next page.

Confused no longer.
Clarity is all there.
She found a new lover.
I wonder if I'll ever get there.

The writing makes it.
The writing makes it-
The writing...

- In response to reading Oates' "The Lady with the Pet Dog "& Chekov's "The Lady with the Dog."
And to some of life's odd mysteries...

Read the middle at the top.

Healing.

On the road to power there is a paradoxal warning:
There will always be someone stronger.
Not today.  Not tomorrow.
But they will come.

As all great things must come to pass.
You'll get over this trail of broken glass.
Though it will cost many coins in tears.
Life does not end here.

Though it may be lonely to share
in Atlas's grief,
holding up the world on bare shoulders,
is only momentary.

Today.  Tomorrow.
It may never come.
But Right Now is here.

Even if all this world,
was just an illusion of touch and go...
The memory was lived.

Now forever different.

- Sunday, March 20, 2011 at 3:47am