Learning new ways of living with(in) fear

March 10, 2014

I have to sit here and have the headache of another.

 

 

Stop telling me to be strong.

I want to live with/in my weakness.

Do not tell me to smile if you didn’t wake up as me.

My battle is my own.

I will own it.

 

 

Do not, for minute, trivialize what your hate has done to me

even when you say to me, “it’s not about you but…”

Don’t tell me about “positive thinking”

after killing me with your every word.

This death is mine.

I cant un-die it.

 

 

Now stop telling me about ” a better tomorrow”

if my today feels unliveable.

 

 

There is a language to be found

in a visible silence.

 

 

How shall I tell this non-story

without implicating myself in a “we”?

 

 

Sometimes misery swallows one.

Whole.

 

 

Today 1,230,000 and a half people died

of fear.

Find me a language.

This is urgent.

 Comments: 6

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  3. Ivy

    This speaks very loudly to me right now. Having to live afraid of what might or might not happen. Not having the words to say what is happening to you. Thank you.

    • Neo

      Yes, sometimes life just is. We continue to live it nevertheless. Sending light.

  4. Ivy

    This speaks very loudly to me right now. Having to live afraid of what might or might not happen. Not having the words to say what is happening to you. Thank you.

    • Neo

      Yes, sometimes life just is. We continue to live it nevertheless. Sending light.

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