I will be a writer now [Spoken Word] - The Glass Child

From the album 'feeling everything, holding on to nothing' accompanied by the brand new book "He loved me some days. I'm sure he did".
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Someone once said, ā€œGet your heart real good and broken and youā€™ll be a poet for the rest of your life.ā€Ā Well, I donā€™t actually know if someone ever said this but I hope someone did ā€˜cause I would like to hear it. I would like to know that this pain will last for good reasons and that my words will come back through it
ā€˜cause Iā€™ve been dry on words like a prayer in the desert, no life or sign of spark. Iā€™ve lived so nicely, so slowly, making my way towards something I never really knew what, but it was so nice, to slow down. To not flee, just stay. A quiet living. A quiet street. I have lived so nicely.

I expected a catastrophic chaos and all kinds of awful, but my heart is strangely quiet.
There is a quiet peace even in the loudness of a heart breaking. There is a strange sense of acceptance, like nodding my head to myself, saying, itā€™s alright, itā€™s alright, youā€™re doing fine. Maybe Iā€™m just older. Been here before, know my way out. Maybe itā€™s quietly dyingā€”sometimes I feel like I am. Either way, how does ā€˜aliveā€™ feel? But I know I canā€™t go back, only forward, no use in fighting, so onwards I go, a little every day, and I do the best I can.

It comes in waves, mostly at night. Dreams and memories resurfacing and I wake up cold and tired, lonely in a vast sea of sadness. how can the lack of someone feel so large? how can the lack of someone feel so heavy? itā€™s December and the early evenings are so dark.

My brain jumps in and out, hopeful to devastated. Iā€™m crying but Iā€™m so so happy. Iā€™m sorry, but Iā€™m so grateful. For the lessons. For the growth.Ā 
I should have focused on being a writer. I used to write quite well, I think? I had a lot to say, a lot to think about. I think a lot of people could relate. I got letters and gifts back then, people saying ā€œthank youā€. I should have kept to my words, kept writing to people and for people and maybe I could have been someone for someone. You know, one of those you turn to when youā€™re in pain.
But iā€™m back again, feeling things, staying up with the moon, listening to the same old songs, like back then, when i wrote, all the time, saying things, reaching out. Maybe I can be someone now, for someone. Maybe I can write myself out of this one too, like Iā€™ve done so many times.

I will be a writer now. I will say it all.

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