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please remember:
you are doing better than you think you are
your best is okay
if you worry that you’re a horrible person that shows that you aren’t
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Silent
She danced with me
I began to hum along lightly
to the soft moving vibrations
of the song.
She smiled at me and kissed
my jaw with an upmost certainty,
plainly comforted by the harmonious
tones and the safely mannered
steps we took.
The room was small and covered
with minor scuff marks and old
paintings that she had picked out.
There was one window.
The weather looked beautiful outside.
A distant bird sang a brief tune.
“It is beautiful outside.”
The song drew to a brief stop before
beginning again,
this time with more urgency and
deliberation than before.
“How do you mean?”
“The sky and trees are
lovely from this window.”
We spun around again and
for a moment my gaze left the
window only to return to an
empty wall,
no outside world in sight.
“What window, dear?”
I chuckled at myself then
realizing how silly of me
it was to have thought
there could have been a
window and we continued
to dance to the same song,
twisting and turning with
our fingers and arms
interlocking.
I began to whistle the tune
of the bird I had listened to outside,
gently lifting and falling to the crests
and troughs of pitch I had briefly heard
previously.
A sharp smack landed upon my face.
I protested only to be met with another smack.
“I wished only to sing the
beautiful song I heard before.”
She wrapped cloth around my neck
covering my mouth.
She screamed and cried and wailed at
me for looking at the wall that once held
a beautiful window in it.
“You don’t want to dance with me
any more!”
She began tearing down paintings.
I tried to explain that I still wanted
to dance.
I wanted to dance outside.
I wanted to sing with the birds.
“You either dance with me only,
or sing with birds only.”
I nodded, tears rolling down my face.
We began dancing.
I said nothing to her.
I thought only of the birds and
the trees and how happy
we could be.
I was silent.