When writing about deep emotional trauma inflicted by those we should have been able to trust it helps to keep abstracting until there are no emotion words left, only the images they evoked.
Late last year memories of some childhood trauma surfaced and messed me up for a while.
Music is a safe way to rage at people.
Lyrics
water wears away the stone
endless flowing flowing on and on
river wears it to the bone
stone wears the water when it’s gone
there’s a sun up in the sky
yeah a sun up in the sky
water wears the stone
wears it to the bone
but there’s a sun up in the sky
salty simmer underneath the lid
bubbles over every now and then
kitchen smells of things that can’t be hid
two fists open up and count to ten
there’s a sun up in the sky
yeah a sun up in the sky
leaking from the lid
things that won’t be hid
but there’s a sun up in the sky
greyest cloud is water and dust
beyond the cloud the sky is always blue
all the trees and plants and flowers trust
colors of the rainbow are all true
there’s a sun up in the sky
yeah a sun up in the sky
people made of dust
can be so hard to trust
but there’s a sun up in the sky
water wears away the stone
endless flowing flowing on and on
river wears it to the bone
stone wears the water when it’s gone
there’s a sun up in the sky
yeah a sun up in the sky
water wears the stone
wears it to the bone
but there’s a sun up in the sky