I have been told throughout my life
When I offer information to anyone, I try to offer it on a bed of clouds.
To gently set you down on.
I do this because I know what it’s like to be thrown down as a fastball straight onto a floor of concrete and then left there.
A hundred pieces of me that I still feel like I’m picking up, scattered all over the ground.
Broken bit of my arm goes here...
The chip of my ankle is across the room...
I still haven’t found where my heart landed and there is a significant chunk of my brain also missing.
Picking myself up and putting the fragments where they go as I continue on.
I find scraps of myself from time to time and I live as gracefully as I can. Not taking anything for granted, being grateful for what I have.
So I put people on beds of clouds.
I cannot tell if one persons concrete is the same as mine.
I do not see into their minds and I have not lived through their battles.
One person might see my slab of concrete as a meadow of flowers.
“Quite soft” They say to me-- Maybe they were expecting rolling hills.
I give them a cloud and they feel a ray of sunshine of their face or maybe a child’s laugh...
Dial it back. Take this other person.
I offer a cloud and they hit concrete. That same brutal concrete--my common friend.
Perhaps, after putting in some time and effort, I’ll know to offer them sunshine rather than clouds...This is what I do.
What I do might be different from another. Reasonably, the first person might offer the second person a bed of flowers--
and the second person is slammed into a bed of nails.
Thoughtlessness. Left breathless. So much pain and I can feel it.
My goal, is to leave my mark as smile lines on your face.