I have a hundred different words
And none of them are the right ones
I scrumple the thoughts into paper bombs
Throw them in the bin
Move on
Saying “relax, it will come”
But certain words can’t come
Because they already have
And I rejected them
They were the truth
And the truth was too hard to say
So I scrumpled it into a bomb
And tossed it away
*Its funny how often we say “I didn’t know what to say” but we do, we always do, we just don’t want to say it, because that’s the great difficulty with the truth, it is so very jarring.
Powerful. I’ve felt this moment, when you can’t say the truth and need to find the near-truth that will go down easier.
So many moments are like this. As the line in the movie goes, some people just can’t handle the truth. Thanks for reading Bridgette
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Finding the right words can be very elusive.
I know what needs to be said usually, it is just considering whether it really needs to be said, or if it is just me wanting to say it so things are crystal clear.
When my mother died, a friend of mine said ‘wow, I just don’t know what to say.’ I’ve borrowed this ever after when I can’t determine the right way to respond to sad news or some equally difficult topic. Usually, I really don’t know what to say. My mind paralyzes and I can’t make it work no matter how hard I try.
Oh those moments are difficult. There is no amount of words that can fill the void suddenly created in someone’s life by another’s death. I think silence and a kind action covers it better. You’re not alone on not knowing what to say there Jeff.
It might be my age and it might be some experiences I’ve gone through in the last five years, but I normally just tell the truth now, difficult or not. I can be diplomatic at times, but I never shirk from the basic truth anymore. I’m not sure what we have if we don’t have our Truth. (I don’t rule out that I can be wrong or that someone might convince me otherwise, but I wouldn’t have found those things out if I hadn’t spoken my truth to begin with).
I love a quote which is usually attributed to Winston Churchill “set the truth free, it will defend itself like a lion” I think I may have butchered that quote, but you get my drift. I’m very fond of the truth for the reason that it is simple, clear and can’t be argued with. But having said that, it can be distinctly untactful, ill timed, and unnecessarily hurtful, so I have to tuck the truth away up my sleeve sometimes. It’s there, but silence is a gentle alternative in the meantime.
I’ve done this too; we must be bold and forger ahead on the page avoiding censoring our own work —
Sometimes things sit in the drafts folder for a little while John.
the magic is, Kate, even after years they can be resuscitated 🙂
They can, and they take us right back to the moment they were written. Poems are like photos to me.
careful, Kate: you’re building towards another poem 🙂
😊 always
Sometimes the truth can hurt others.
I try to think before I talk but it is not always easy.
Exactly Granny
I smiled, how many moments do we lose in life being a writing addict 😂 you get it. So I’m not weird 😕