Saturday, March 08, 2008

The Club Meeting.

Come, let us weep together.
More eloquent than words,
Tears without reason or meaning.
More varieties than Eskimo snow.
Remorse, regret, remembering.
Despair, heaviness, leaking.
A cloud-burst releasing the constriction.
Solving nothing, and yet –
Come, let us weep together.

Come, let us rage together.
Earth-shattering.
Ground-shaking,
Teeth-aching,
Dish-breaking.
Blood-thirst slaking,
Breath-taking,
Powerfully futile, and yet –
Come, let us rage together.

Come, let us laugh together.
Not as they do.
Not carefree or unfettered.
Let us open our mouths as the bitterness
escapes in staccato bursts.
Those without our knowledge, or empathy
Beware the fallout of this shrapnel.
Heavy-hearted anti-mirth, and yet –
Come, let us laugh together.

Come, let us sit together.
Clothed in common suffering,
These tattered rags we strive
To carry with dignity.
Hands touching softly,
Skin brushing, to comfort,
To be connected.
Muscles tensed against isolation, and yet –
Come, let us sit together.

1 comment:

Cara said...

So, wanna go clubbing together? :-/

Seriously, have you posted this on one of The Club check-in threads? I don't remember reading it, but that doesn't mean much these days. I like it. It really expresses the (albeit unwanted) camaraderie, the shared experience.