Stepping out of the darkness

“Help me see myself, cause I can no longer tell, Looking out from the inside of the bottom of a well” – Pearl Jam “The End”

What I remember is how dark it was, hiding the sunlight behind drawn shades. All of this pain. There only seemed to be one solution, but was that really a solution. As each hour passed, as I hid from the bright lights and the glare of others I wondered, what would it solve. My presences versus my absences. Yes, there would be tears, angrier, certainly questions. But who would blame me? Better yet, who wouldn’t have expected it?

I convinced myself there was strength in the action, an explanation, a fix. I couldn’t recover from this, hell there was no way, but they could, they would, with time. The hole would fill, maybe not completely, at least I hoped it wouldn’t, but it would fill. Fill enough to move forward, grow, care and love something or someone else. This was the answer, the why, now the how, when, and where.

But something happened, slowly, but something happened, with each day, each passing moment. I opened the shades just a little more, cracks of sunlight streaming into my well of darkness. I realized, for whatever reason, the real courage was not in leaving but in living. It didn’t make sense at first, how could it, but it did, amongst all the confusion circling inside my head. These faces, these people, my people, my blood, my flesh, kept me here, wanted me here no matter what my faults were or what my fall meant for our future.

A little more sunlight, a little more warmth. Each day the opening grew wider. I could stand on my toes and see over the top, survey the landscape, and decide whether I wanted to climb out or hide a little longer. Short trips, baby steps in a world forever changed, discovering what a new normal could be, discovering what my new normal would be.

I understand the darkness. I have stared the creature in the eyes, and felt its hot breath on the back of my neck. I know the games it plays, the false hopes and securities it offers. Pity is a warm blanket, and self-doubt is the rope we dangle from. I found the courage to let go of the rope, the ground was there below, maybe a little mushy, but firm enough to support me.

Have the courage to live. Do it one today at a time. The rest will take care of itself.

“You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets oh…, Or you can come to terms and realize you’re the only one who can forgive yourself oh yeah… Makes much more sense to live in the present tense” – Pearl Jam “Present Tense”

About ends and beginnings blog

I am a frustrated writer and poet waiting to be discovered. A stand-up philosopher performing on a street corner near you. A Christian with questions but I don’t want to hear your answers. A Buddhist with a bumper sticker on my truck to prove it. A collector of quotes. A grower of lettuce. The Patron Saint of earthworms who name their children after me. A cyclist whose big ass strains the seams of his Lycra bibs. I am American by birth, Southern by the grace of God. My goal in life is to leave an imprint on the lives of the people I love not a footprint on the earth. I am a son, a husband, a father composed of 65%-Oxygen, 18%-Carbon, 10%-Hydrogen, 3%-Nitrogen, 3%-Diet Coke and 1%-Oreo.
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34 Responses to Stepping out of the darkness

  1. Boy, can I relate to this one! I’ve had my own “Hamlet moment”, debating to be or not to be. Glad we both made the choice to be.

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  2. juliakaylin says:

    I enjoyed reading your post! I look foward to reading more of your posts! Good luck and happy new year!

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  3. Will says:

    Sub-let my home on that street. Occasionally drive by. Most days never make the turn. Think about it though.

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  4. Lively Life says:

    oh hiiiiiiii. prettty darn liked by maself. ” Pity is a warm blanket, and self-doubt is the rope we dangle from.”

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  5. Nan says:

    Topic a bit depressing, but well-written as usual. ❤

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  6. Wow. Thank you. Just sent this to my sister. Happy New Year! Keep making sense in the present tense. Loved this. 🙂

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  7. mahbuttitches says:

    Great lyrics. I remember more then a few times staring in the blackness, sobbing to Sirens as well as The End. Sirens was the soundtrack to the demise of my marriage.

    Music was the light that came into my darkness and opened my eyes. I think I realized how I was not unique in my pain. If I gave I’m, though, I’d be a statistic. I’m far too interesting to be a statistic. Great post. Thanks for sharing ❤

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  8. Patty says:

    So well written and so recognizable for a lot of beautiful souls out there…I just have to share this again! XxX

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  9. malisehoney says:

    Well written! Would love some feedback on my newest post ‘look at me now’ 😊

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