I feel like...
a woman who's getting too old, too fast
a woman who hasn't moved in days
a woman whose body aches from this lack of movement
a woman who can't seem to get enough sleep
a woman whose arms have become flabby and whose bell has become soft
a woman with a car seat in the backseat of her car
a woman who feels incredibly empty and keeps trying to fill the emptiness with food
a woman who doesn't have a clue who she is, what she wants, or what might possibly make her feel satisfied
a woman who is so many things she can't make sense out of any of them
a woman who's afraid--
afraid of loosing herself and her voice
afraid of never belonging
afraid of never feeling content
afraid of never finding peace, especially peace with herself
afraid of running out of time
afraid of not connecting to her core
afraid the day will come when she'll never be touched again
afraid some day she'll stop feeling beautiful
afraid of loosing her words, her poems
afraid of always being hungry
afraid of never really connecting to something deep
afraid of never being who she wants to be--who she knows she can be
afraid of not recognizing her own voice
afraid of dying with too much trapped inside
a woman who just ate two vanilla scones and a huge serving of lasagna and doesn't give a damn
a woman who knows something is not quite right but can't figure out what
a woman who keeps taking everything out on everyone else
a woman holding a lot of rage
a woman who can't be still
a woman who wants change but is forcing it and as a result is being destroyed by it
a woman who's lost something but she's not sure what
a woman staring out the window into the dark
Yes, me too dear friend, me too. Thank you for your courage, your honesty, your beauty. You inspire me more than I will ever be able to articulate. Sending love and hugs and deep, understanding breaths. xoxo
Posted by: Frankie | March 31, 2008 at 04:02 PM
you are so brave to write all this down,
many of the things you are afraid of, all
of us are afraid of. thanks.
Posted by: Cynthia | March 29, 2008 at 09:20 AM
i feel like all of this too
Posted by: Vanessa | March 28, 2008 at 04:32 PM
I feel that we are soul mates, even though I am older than you. Everything you say on your blog, I am feeling. But unlike you, I am not brave enough to admit it to myself, let alone the world.
Posted by: Right Brained Gal | March 26, 2008 at 10:09 PM
I feel that we are soul mates, even though I am older than you. Everything you say on your blog, I am feeling. But unlike you, I am not brave enough to admit it to myself, let alone the world.
Posted by: Right Brained Gal | March 26, 2008 at 10:03 PM
such beauty in the power and truth of the words you write... me too, I'm in so many of those same places too...
Posted by: Liz | March 26, 2008 at 05:46 PM
can i give you a hug and just sit with you for awhile, holding your hand?
xx
Posted by: pen | March 26, 2008 at 03:59 PM
powerful...
and thinking of you...
Posted by: gkgirl | March 26, 2008 at 12:12 PM
You are not alone. They said it. Look out the darkened window. Who do you see there, sitting with you, waiting for you to see her? Bless you for your courage in naming your fears. Our fears. We have all been there, and can be there. May Artfest give you rest, pleasure, renewal.
Posted by: Imelda / GreenishLady | March 26, 2008 at 11:36 AM
I have those same feelings right now too. They seem to surface more in spring when everything is waking up fresh and new. I will take it as sign to bloom!
Posted by: Henna | March 26, 2008 at 08:52 AM
Truly, you are not alone.
Posted by: Lisa | March 26, 2008 at 08:02 AM
I've been this woman before and shadows of her still lurk in the hallways of my soul. She's trying to tell you something, but that "something" is different for each of us. I was able to finally listen with the help of counseling and some antidepressent meds to get the dark clouds lifted long enough to see the horizon. Sending you peace & love. I hope Artfest brings a much needed respite and infusion of positivity. xx, JP/deb
Posted by: JanePoe (aka Deborah) | March 26, 2008 at 07:30 AM
you are seen. you are known. you are loved. you are not alone. you've spoken true words.
i hope that art fest and some time to yourself leaves you feeling refreshed and like the whole, wonderful, inspiring, creative woman you are.
Posted by: amy (formerly coffee and sunshine; now missbliss) | March 26, 2008 at 07:19 AM
Dearest Tangled Wings,
I'm old enough to be your mother, so listen up:)....This too shall pass and will serve as a stepping stone for your future creativity. You are blessed with talent, more so than most.
Nothing chases away fear like counting blessings. Some Roman Historian guy said that we fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.
I spent much of my life in fear, but you know what I learned?
"Fear knocked at my door, I answered and....NOBODY WAS THERE."
After all my wasted time fearing, I learned that 99.99% of fearful thoughts are nothing but untrue.
So my dear, you are loved and treasured, you have much to offer this world, the world NEEDS people like you. And if you are suffering from depression, it's a good idea to go to the doctor.
Take care of yourself first!!!!!!!
Your "mom" in Ohio:)
Victoria
Posted by: Victoria | March 26, 2008 at 04:49 AM
I can totally relate to this poem. Scary how too many of us feel this way. Maybe not all the time, but it seems it's often hovering.
Posted by: Laura | March 26, 2008 at 04:30 AM
i'm here with you too. and i am afraid of so many of those things myself.
i found your blog via my delightful friend gypsygirl and am so glad to be here. offering you my support in any way i can offer it, sitting beside you with liz.
Posted by: chocolate covered musings | March 26, 2008 at 03:18 AM
sitting beside you whispering, "you are not alone. i am right here."
Posted by: liz elayne | March 25, 2008 at 11:41 PM
Softly, under my breath even, I whisper, 'Me too.'
Posted by: Missy | March 25, 2008 at 09:57 PM
I do too. You gave me a glimpse I really needed of not being alone with all of these things - wonderful not to feel alone. I look forward to reading more. P
Posted by: Piper | March 25, 2008 at 09:09 PM