I retreat inside myself. During times of sadness. Confusion, stress, anger, fear, its all the same to me. Its not something that I do with intention and it has always been something that does nothing but separate me from family and friends during times that I should be reaching out with tentacles of emotion and latching on to the only people that have really ever been there for me. The only people who have ever truly wanted to be there for me. But hard as I try its just not how I'm made. I would prefer late nights of inward agony to long heartfelt talks over steaming cups of tea that I hate, any day. To me, pain is private, my pain is private and it makes me an anxious pile of short breaths and upset stomachs to come anywhere close to sharing my pain. Huge wedges driven between those closest to me, wedges that I'm not sure I can ever mend. More to come in the future, that I'm sure of but the more I cause others pain from my isolations the more I want to isolate.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved
-Death Cab for Cutie
Someday she will be loved
Sitting cross legged on the faded brown carpet of my childhood; my sister next to me a strong, strong pillar bracing for whats about to come. There for support for the round bellied straight banged sister she wanted nothing but to protect. Nothing but a bright eyed hopeful child of seven I was. Ignorant, and un-foreseeing of the ability of others to hurt you. The ability of others to tip toe with torn heals on the hearts hidden within the chest of small children and big children alike. It had been several weeks since I had seen him. Not all that uncommon if it weren't for the fact that it was her birthday and the time for celebration, for party hats promised, came and went. Anticipation to kiss those chubby cheeks of the one year old that was less of a niece and more of a sister to me built and built, and the nagging questions came and came until it all came to a head. At this moment, right here, sitting on this shabby carpet looking up into the eyes of my trusted parents, this was the moment that changed everything. Unable to stall anymore, unable to create and recreate the bent truths and fabricated lies meant to protect me it finally had to be said. He would like it if we didnt see him anymore. Him and her, and that precious baby we love, well no more he said. The particulars and the mechanics, and the words and the hate of the situation omitted of course. But it didn't matter. He wanted me no longer and it was said and it was done thats all that did matter.
My big brother, my very big brother at fifteen years my senior had not always been a constant in my life. Living in a different state the state that birthed me, eventually making the move north, but always having his own life. I mean how involved can you be in the life of a sister fifteen years younger than yourself? But it didn't matter, all I saw through the glossy blue eyes of youth was my big brother. My brother that would always protect me and love me. Always be there for me and never leave. I sat there that day, a moment that I can still remember now, almost fifteen years later. I sat there with a very distinct feeling of being in a tunnel. A tunnel that encompassed only me, a tunnel that blacked out the corners of my eyes creating a round viewpoint, a tunnel that dulled sounds making everything seem very far away. A tunnel that created surround sound of the strong steady beat that was my heart. I listened, I sat very still and I listened counting the beats, wondering if it were true. If it were true that your heart could break. Did I hear a tearing sound? Was it ripping at the seams? Did it pop like a clear plastic bag filled too full with air? A new emotion to me, A feeling never felt in seven years, a feeling that I didn't know at the time but that would never go away. Only to be repeated and replaced over and over again through many years of life.
So I sat there alone, alone in my tunnel where no one could reach me and as I sat there I realized that I wasn't alone. I parted the darkness and swam through the weight, and I remembered that in the dully lit room with the brown shabby carpet was my family. My sister next to me I looked at first. Was she on the right or the left? I cant quite remember but the wet tears dripping from her chin I do remember. And when I looked at her I realized that I should do something. And not knowing what to do, I cried. I cried and I cried and I retreated and I retreated and I cried some more until I was scooped up and hugged and held and I could feel their arms but I couldn't see them from outside of my tunnel but they were there and I knew they were so there was no need for me to speak.
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