Song to My Wounded Soldier Self

It's Friday.
I can sleep for hours tonight
Not that it
matters.
I slept seven hours and
feel like hell
My head is pounding
My muscles burn
The fatigue has "pulled my plug" so they say
The pain is overwhelming and vicious
I'm too exhausted
Completely drained
I can't think straight.
And yet every time I think I want to turn off
turn away
turn out
I think about how much worse it could be
Worse than these rapiers stabbing me
worse than these tasers electrifying me
worse than these torches searing me
from the inside out
when I can't stop it
I think, it could be so much worse
(I could be on fire!)
I'm just grateful to be where I am
who I am
why I am
I am happy to be not as worse as I could be
And I know I can make it
Because I have to
Because I can't give up
Because this is my life
Because you love me
And I need your help
I need whatever strength you can give
And it will be all right
I promise me.
So.
Another day. Another battle.
I have the rest of my life to fight this war inside me.
That should be enough time.

Song to My Wounded Soldier Self

It's Friday.
I can sleep for hours tonight
Not that it
matters.
I slept seven hours and
feel like hell
My head is pounding
My muscles burn
The fatigue has "pulled my plug" so they say
The pain is overwhelming and vicious
I'm too exhausted
Completely drained
I can't think straight.
And yet every time I think I want to turn off
turn away
turn out
I think about how much worse it could be
Worse than these rapiers stabbing me
worse than these tasers electrifying me
worse than these torches searing me
from the inside out
when I can't stop it
I think, it could be so much worse
(I could be on fire!)
I'm just grateful to be where I am
who I am
why I am
I am happy to be not as worse as I could be
And I know I can make it
Because I have to
Because I can't give up
Because this is my life
Because you love me
And I need your help
I need whatever strength you can give
And it will be all right
I promise me.
So.
Another day. Another battle.
I have the rest of my life to fight this war inside me.
That should be enough time.

Song to My Wounded Soldier Self

It's Friday.
I can sleep for hours tonight
Not that it
matters.
I slept seven hours and
feel like hell
My head is pounding
My muscles burn
The fatigue has "pulled my plug" so they say
The pain is overwhelming and vicious
I'm too exhausted
Completely drained
I can't think straight.
And yet every time I think I want to turn off
turn away
turn out
I think about how much worse it could be
Worse than these rapiers stabbing me
worse than these tasers electrifying me
worse than these torches searing me
from the inside out
when I can't stop it
I think, it could be so much worse
(I could be on fire!)
I'm just grateful to be where I am
who I am
why I am
I am happy to be not as worse as I could be
And I know I can make it
Because I have to
Because I can't give up
Because this is my life
Because you love me
And I need your help
I need whatever strength you can give
And it will be all right
I promise me.
So.
Another day. Another battle.
I have the rest of my life to fight this war inside me.
That should be enough time.

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The death of Madeleine L'Engle
*sadface*
The Time Quartet has always been one of my favorite series, and the characters and concepts were incredibly inspiring. I don't think I have ever lived through a series of children's books the way I did them. The way I was able to just walk right in, be there when Meg rescued Charles Wallace from IT on Camazotz; when Meg and Calvin and Proginoskes fought the Echthroi to save Charles Wallace again (I learned a lot about mitochondria after being inspired by A Wind In The Door, you know); how Meg and Charles Wallace met Gaudior, adopted Ananda, and journeyed through time (and I really do wish someone had actually written Matthew Maddox's book "The Horn Of Joy"); and how Sandy and Dennys encountered seraphim and nephilim thousands of years in the past, in a fantastic retelling of Noah and the Ark.
The books were powerful enough and magical enough to completely transport me so well that even now my mind still burns bright with images and imagination. And it's funny: for all the craziness and mania over the Harry Potter books, for all that I enjoyed JK Rowling's series, in my mind and heart I felt that the Harry Potter books couldn't even begin to hold a candle to the Time Quartet.
I can't really describe the details of the effects those books on me, because there are no words.
We have run out of words; we have lost one of the most brilliant authors I have ever had the pleasure of reading.

We'll miss you, Madeleine.
Long live the Murrys and their friends.

author author

The death of Madeleine L'Engle
*sadface*
The Time Quartet has always been one of my favorite series, and the characters and concepts were incredibly inspiring. I don't think I have ever lived through a series of children's books the way I did them. The way I was able to just walk right in, be there when Meg rescued Charles Wallace from IT on Camazotz; when Meg and Calvin and Proginoskes fought the Echthroi to save Charles Wallace again (I learned a lot about mitochondria after being inspired by A Wind In The Door, you know); how Meg and Charles Wallace met Gaudior, adopted Ananda, and journeyed through time (and I really do wish someone had actually written Matthew Maddox's book "The Horn Of Joy"); and how Sandy and Dennys encountered seraphim and nephilim thousands of years in the past, in a fantastic retelling of Noah and the Ark.
The books were powerful enough and magical enough to completely transport me so well that even now my mind still burns bright with images and imagination. And it's funny: for all the craziness and mania over the Harry Potter books, for all that I enjoyed JK Rowling's series, in my mind and heart I felt that the Harry Potter books couldn't even begin to hold a candle to the Time Quartet.
I can't really describe the details of the effects those books on me, because there are no words.
We have run out of words; we have lost one of the most brilliant authors I have ever had the pleasure of reading.

We'll miss you, Madeleine.
Long live the Murrys and their friends.

author author

The death of Madeleine L'Engle
*sadface*
The Time Quartet has always been one of my favorite series, and the characters and concepts were incredibly inspiring. I don't think I have ever lived through a series of children's books the way I did them. The way I was able to just walk right in, be there when Meg rescued Charles Wallace from IT on Camazotz; when Meg and Calvin and Proginoskes fought the Echthroi to save Charles Wallace again (I learned a lot about mitochondria after being inspired by A Wind In The Door, you know); how Meg and Charles Wallace met Gaudior, adopted Ananda, and journeyed through time (and I really do wish someone had actually written Matthew Maddox's book "The Horn Of Joy"); and how Sandy and Dennys encountered seraphim and nephilim thousands of years in the past, in a fantastic retelling of Noah and the Ark.
The books were powerful enough and magical enough to completely transport me so well that even now my mind still burns bright with images and imagination. And it's funny: for all the craziness and mania over the Harry Potter books, for all that I enjoyed JK Rowling's series, in my mind and heart I felt that the Harry Potter books couldn't even begin to hold a candle to the Time Quartet.
I can't really describe the details of the effects those books on me, because there are no words.
We have run out of words; we have lost one of the most brilliant authors I have ever had the pleasure of reading.

We'll miss you, Madeleine.
Long live the Murrys and their friends.