I Could Love

I could cry. But I think I cried enough that night – that ugly, horrible night. I’m out of tears – for now.

I could scream. But I have responsibilities. I swallow the screams.

I could give up. I have. And then I got up again and moved around and realized my life really wasn’t over. Even though it felt like it.

I could run away. I do - in my own ways, to my own places. Some of them are secret. Some of them are in the center of the entire world.

I could talk. With those that love me it is comforting. With you it is frustrating. The struggle isn’t worth it. It’s too late to talk.

I could open the door - the one that I closed a long time ago. The one I’ve had such a hard time trying to open again. But the knocking continues. I have to open it. Maybe I’m ready.

I could breathe. I’ve held my breath for so long – afraid to make any noise. I didn’t want to disturb you. You get so angry – so annoyed.

I could sing. I’ve tried. I’ve been trying. My voice has been coming out – but still goes back inside – way down in that deep place where I can’t reach it.

And so I just do what I’ve done all along. . .

I could Love.

 

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[Ricky]

I'm Sorry.