“How much tragedy has to happen before I split wide open?”
– Alisa Mullen
– Alisa Mullen
I can feel the fault lines trembling and quaking....but I haven't split yet.
Or maybe I have and I'm in denial. Or delusional. Or incapable of knowing that I'm broken, haphazardly down the middle.
Edges sharp like blades. Others frayed like wire. Some sections dull, void of any threat.
I am exhausted.
Too tired to blame. Too unsteady to play host to anger. Too sad to do anything but shed salty tears.
Too tired to blame. Too unsteady to play host to anger. Too sad to do anything but shed salty tears.
My little brother is gone. Lost. Lifted to his eternal home.
He slipped through our grip....yet my fist is still clenched. Knuckles still white. Muscles aching.
Letting go, even after he has gone, feels impossible.
Tara Mazzeo Jackson
Co-Founder of Storytellers: The Collective,
Curator for Bohemian Living, Owner/Artist of Bungalow Wilde
and Blogger at Bits & Pieces.
Tara is a lover of yoga, bleeder of words and a bohemian city-kid who has a knack for rescuing stray animals.
She has a mean case of wanderlust and you’d be hard pressed to find her without these things:
a journal in her bag, a camera in-hand and sun kissed shoulders.
Tara writes from experience, pain, truth, triumph and that place,
deep down, where the words simmer in emotion.
This is so simple yet so beautiful, and again, Tara, I am so sorry. <3
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