the storm

I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in constant pain, to feel as though you are trapped in a never-ending storm, but I read Wendi’s incredible poem and it gave me an insight…….

via the storm

Song Lyric Sunday

How has your week been? Good I hope! Hasn’t it gone past quickly? I can’t believe it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday again. If you’re a music lover and enjoy discovering new tracks and artists or just like connecting with other bloggers why not play along?  Jim Adams kindly provides a prompt each week and this time he has chosen Hurt/Pain/Agony/Suffer. If you’d like to take part, and I really hope you will, here are some rules for you.

• Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not.
• Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due.
• Make sure you also credit the singer/band and if you desire you can provide a link to where you found the lyrics.
• Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song.
• Ping back to this post will eventually work, as long as you are being patient, but you can also place your link in the comments if you don’t like to wait.
• Read at least one other person’s blog, so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process.
• Feel free to suggest future prompts.
• Have fun and enjoy the music.

Here is my choice:

 

I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
‘Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I’m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re still with me, I’ve been alone all along

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
You still have all of me, me, me

Songwriters: Ben Moody / David Hodges / Amy Lee

Although it was easy to choose a song as, after I lost my husband, I loaded up my playlist with songs of loss and heartbreak, it’s not an easy subject for any of us to write about. We have all suffered and felt pain at different times and in different ways and often it lingers with us, eclipsing less significant but happier moments – why is that? None of us like to feel pain but we hang on to it; testament to this is the thousands of songs that have been written about heartache and the millions of people who listen to them. Surely we would all be happier if we only listened to songs that convey a positive message? I don’t know, maybe it’s as Victor Hugo said ““Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.”

This particular song, by Evanescence, is one that I discovered after I lost my husband and, the first time I heard it, it hit me like a sledge hammer. Not only was it stunningly beautiful with an incredibly haunting melody but the lyrics summed up exactly how I was feeling at the time. I desperately wanted to get rid of the pain that I was feeling but I couldn’t let go of the man I loved even though I’d lost him two years previously. It’s now been 5 years and I still can’t listen to this without crying because, although my life has moved on and I am happier now, he still has all of me.

Lisa x

FOWC: Wall

You can’t see over, unscalable summit

You can’t see through the feather light density

You can’t see under, unfathomable depths

You can’t see round, a glimpse of infinity

You can’t see unwillingly fabricated

You can’t see erratically erected walls

You can’t see me, trying to break through to you.

Another little ditty written in response to a gentle nudge from Fandango and his one word prompt…..

Lisa x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FOWC: Shed

If only we could shed our pain as easily as a snake sheds its skin.

We can but we cannot bear to leave the skin behind whereas

the snake slithers. Free.

For another of  Fandango’s utterly addictive one word prompts

Lisa

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Buttocks and Cheese

Apparently I have a defective buttock. I have been reliably informed, by my Pilates instructor, that it has gone to sleep to the point of being comatose which means that my right buttock cheek is having to carry the lazy little bastard. What this means, in practical terms, is that my right buttock is constantly poking my pain sensors in a desperate attempt to get my attention and tell me to give it a rest for a couple of days.

Being a stubborn sort I decided that I am not going to be dictated to by my own buttock so I’ve been ignoring it and just hoping that it will man up and realise that it can do the work of two. It can’t, apparently, and this morning I was forced to apologise to it and submit to a heavy duty sports massage.

I’ve telling my Pilates teacher for ages that she should carry a leather belt for clients to bite down on during this type of massage but she insists it’s just a matter of focusing on something else and breathing through the pain. To this end, during my last deep tissue massage she asked my to name my 3 favourite cheeses. I should explain at this point that she has a severe cheese addiction, made worse by living on the border between France and Italy. What those two nations can do with cheese makes gourmets everywhere weep with lust.

Anyway, I digress, I did as she asked and, ever since, I seem to have developed a Pavlovian response to pain. During a particularly painful buttock prodding moment this morning an image of Gouda with cumin seeds popped into my head completely unprompted. Oddly the pain receded and my buttock has, for the time being, entered a more relaxed state. As for the left one, I’m tempted to just poke it with a fork until it wakes up and starts earning its keep!

Bit of a strange morning really! How are things with you guys

Lisa

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