Most times words miss their mark.
They rain down in torrents, oblivious
to us and us to them, not even in
our existential language. We feel
bruised by them, misused, overcome
as though embattled. How, then,is
it even possible that at times they
wrap us so lovingly in tender being-
ness? Respectfully intermingling
heartbeats, glorious validation?
Validation, I think that’s the clue.
We’re less isolated and alone when
reached by words that vibrate and
resonate with our core, be it rotten
or despairing, fragile or caring. Push
on through the brambles of the
irrelevant and when you find your-
self embraced, hold on tight!
