I’m so sensitive, so affected. Coming out of my own trauma, I considered annexing movies from my life–when I’m sad, memories of them applicable to my life glaze over my worries and I fear in horror, “Omg, that’s gonna happen to me–”
Yet all I’ve been doing is watching movies the past couple of days.
Sometimes they’re a relief from the world;
Watching what I have, they remind me to consider what someone is going through; and the only reason a movie can be so comforting is finding out the hope at the end within an hour and a half–
But it’s just so as it is such with life…
It’s all I could do at one point in my life.
Drowning in my sorrows. I couldn’t get up. I didn’t know how. I just cried. I couldn’t eat. I lost weight past that of what I weighed in high school…
It took me so long. All I could do was hold on; watching the same movies over and over–
They’re silly little things it seems; things like 1954 Sabrina, Bruce Almighty, and Evan Almighty. But they taught me things; like Audrey’s natural kindness–which I couldn’t fathom how to hold onto in the face of void; I cried and ate myself inside out in lieu of lashing out.
Or Bruce Almighty, losing our way; the mercy of God;
And Evan Almighty–the opportunities God creates on the surface that cause friction and answer the prayer; His mercy upon our weakness, and yet carrying us through it.
I’m so lost. I’m so afraid. I run myself in circles. I try to have faith.
I fill myself up, but maybe need to empty myself out.
Everybody seems to know what to say; have all the answers, and know the way–
All this advising and counseling;
Can I find my way back to love?
When people were beautiful, because they all came from God;
And the buckling at your knees wasn’t far from my own shortcomings.
Love when I am full,
And influence without imposing,
Comfort because there is mercy,
And reflection in a world I wish to see;
What if I saw you for all that made you beautiful
And forgave what God made a mercy…