If you tell me to get over it
In terms of accepting the depths of my sadness
Then I'll know you 'don't get' the main focus of my blog—yet
Telling me to get over it makes as much sense
As telling a woman in labor to push her child out
Before it's ready to greet the world, fully formed
Though my conscious mind is in labor and longs to know
What emotion I'm pregnant with, right now
That's not the way the subconscious is programmed to work
Rather than offering my conscious mind clarity
My subconscious proves to be a devious, little critter
Who insists on keeping secrets from me
However, as I continue to grow more honest with myself
I can be honest with you
As well
As for now, please believe me when I say
That exposing and expunging subconscious emotion
Which has been locked inside my mind, is quite a struggle
On the other hand ...
When courage, patience
And positive focus entertwine
The struggle is worth the effort
Because with those strengths riding sidekick—
Layered vulnerabilities ride out on waves of readiness in their own good time ...
On the other hand
If I continue to deny the existence of raw pain, deep inside ...
*Pain emerges, dressed in disguises, which DENIAL refuses to comprehend ...
And as I know that hiding pain from myself
Proves to be unhealthy
In the long run ...
I'll continue to describe
The ways in which that mischievous trickster
Plays games of hide and seek with my brain's sense of clarity ...
More often than I'd think ...
Think to know thyself?
Think again, my friends, think again
Our first thought's not always our best thought ...
We don't know what we don't know ...
The little we know (about ourselves!) is not all there is to know ...
Your realistic, yet optimistic
And thus more hopeful
Than sad, friend,
Annie
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