“I want you to write from the heart using simple easy to understand language,” is our Sunday task.
Two pieces from the heart; plain speech that breaches my comfort zone.
The song, “Fast Car” makes me cry.
But then, I cry a lot. In private. Inside myself.
I won’t let anyone see me cry.
It’s not the red eyes or the snot.
It’s a promise I made to myself at age 7.
I cry alone. Inside myself.
About things that hurt
Inside and out.
Crying as I write this.
Does this mean I’m crying in public?
“You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way”
If your car is slow, trade for a fast one.
I showed my therapist
Dark corners of my mind.
I kept some secrets in the shadows.
Sharing my hidden secrets
Secrets of others given to me
Would break a pact of silence.
There was a bond of trust between us.
Her questions and observations
Brought out things
Only my subconscious knew.
Revelations. Surprises. Explosions.
Now as I face my fears without her guidance,
I wonder if I have the strength
To determine if
What is broken
Can be fixed.
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie (sunday) Prompt # 98: Fast Car
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