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Going to start utilizing the blog feature. I post in WordPress once in a while (metalmegs.wordpress.com) -- so I will be copying posts from there, or copying posts to WP from here.
Last post on WP -- still in Draft, as it was simply written from the soul. No proofreading, no editing, no "making it sound fancier" has happened yet.
5/20/17: Landfill
After poking and prodding through the garbage in this well known landfill; the years spent cradling the broken objects and worshiping the filth, you find one small area free of debris and you decide to sit there for a while. It is quiet. It is clear. It isn’t gunking your hands or cutting your feet. The scent of clarity has been waffed in your direction. That’s when you realize you are sitting right smack in the middle of a landfill.
Initially, you panic. You make the mistake of running away, but it lands you right back in the rubbish. You frantically toss aside yesterday’s trash to make way back to the clean area, enduring the undesirable consequences you’ve come to know so well. You trudge through this tragedy in agony, deeply regretting the decision to run away from the spot of serenity.
You make it back to the clear area (you came to your senses), drenched in grime and shame; tears collect dirt to sting eyes. You fall to your knees, crushing the only flower existing. You hunch there motionless; the scent of death surrounds you in this circle of life. You give up. You close your eyes to feel that sting one last time…
The sun brings warmth, the clouds collect to provide comfort.
The wind inspires change, the rain purifies it all.
The moon arrives to soothe.
The numbing pain continues to ask “why,” while time continues to offer answers.
Hesitation persists as you slowly open your eyes.
You continue to lie still — “is it going to hurt me again?”
Bluebirds sing the song of today as you begin to witness that once crushed flower
now vividly blooming.
Hope instills your heart once again.
