Have you been on a beach with surf and small rocks? The rocks click as the surf rolls in and out.
surf
it’s hard hard to let go of the dead
harder still to let go of the living
and you say to yourself
they love me, they just don’t understand
you try and try and try to explain
“Don’t talk to us!” they say
Whispers return to you
a garbled version of your words
out of context
twisted
they twist your words
you keep hoping
hope slowly ebbs
tide going out
sand in an hourglass
no, slower
erosion of a rock
tumbled in surf
smashed on other rocks
over and over and over
water wins
the sea wins
hope erodes
let go
they do love you
and they are afraid
they cannot let you close
they cannot listen
your words are fearful
vulnerable is fearful
speaking your truth is fearful
you authentic is fearful
they shake
agony of longing
to be authentic
let them go
and maybe love
and longing
will toss them as rocks in the surf
until they too are changed