Not Pity

September 3, 2017
By Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 519 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain


What did you just say? You wouldn’t dare repeat that, would you? To your best friend?  Disgusting. I can’t believe you’d hurl that word at me. Do you really think I am so heartless?

 

Pity.


Pity is for physical, animal pain. Pity is for the dog kicked by its owner, for the girlfriend beaten black and blue, for the man sleeping on the street under hail and rain. Pity is sickening. Pity means there is nothing left to lose. Pity is a sign of rock bottom suffering.

 

That is not what has happened here. You are not only in pain; you are hurting. Your wounds don’t leave scars on your arms or bruises on your legs, but they are just as plain to see. The slash through your heart bleeds through your skin to the world, and the ache within you reverberates through the streets as you pass by. When you talk, I hear notes in your voice that a musician couldn’t play without tears in his eyes, yet you hold everything inside your cocoon of misery. When there’s a fork in the road, you take it and don’t look back, even as you slip, crawl, drown in quicksand. Sometimes, you forget that forks can stab straight through the flesh.

 

You’re allowed to hate his guts. You have every right to scream until your voice is gone, to pound your fists through layers and layers of pillow stuffing, to kick dents into the stone wall until you cannot feel your toes. Do it. Feel something, completely and utterly, and let it consume you for once.

 

A low flame will simmer and smolder forever. But wildfires burn to ashes. Eventually, even the last wisps of smoke bid adieu.

 

You don’t always have to be so brave.

 

Feel my embrace absorbing your fear, your desperation, your terror and your shame. Let me take one side of your burden. Let me crumble with you as the hurt blinds and defeats you, taking your bulletproof walls down. Allow me to understand your terror of the future, extend to me the ravaged soul of your past, and lend me the regret of everything you have become.

 

Trust me. With you. Trust me with you. I love you.

 

This is not pity; it’s love. Compassion and empathy, commiseration and humanity, that is love, plain and simple, and don’t you dare try to degrade my aching heart by slandering it as pity. When I say my heart hurts for you, I mean that my soul wants to break out of my body and fly to yours, to comfort you in your grief, to stand beside you as you throw darts of accusation toward the bull’s eye of the universe. Aim for the sun and hit the falling stars. Dash a comet’s tail into a billion slivers of icy fury and let them scatter in the abyss. Whatever you do, I want to be there with you.

 

I love you.



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Beila BRONZE said...
on Jan. 14 at 1:51 am
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 519 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

Aw, this is too sweet! Thank you!!! I went back and looked at your old poems, and "5:15" instantly caught my eye, as it did back in 2015. I remember you. :) Thank you so much for the encouragement! I'm actually 20 already... but maybe you'll find my writing just out in the world someday! :)

on Jan. 13 at 5:24 pm
futurista12 ELITE, Far Rockaway, New York
615 articles 1 photo 114 comments

Favorite Quote:
"And though she be but little, she is fierce."- Shakespeare

This was so beautiful. I was reading some of my old poetry on this site, and I was reading your comments on them. So I clicked on your profile, which I had never thought to do before, and I am astonished. I feel honored that you have read and commented on my work when your own work is totally amazing. Soon I will be too old to write on Teen Ink, but I selfishly hope you aren't so that I can keep reading your work here.

on Nov. 2 2017 at 2:23 pm
Ray--yo PLATINUM, Kathmandu, Other
43 articles 2 photos 581 comments

Favorite Quote:
God Makes No Mistakes. (Gaga?)
"I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right." -Liesel Meminger via Markus Zusac, "The Book Thief"

Well deserved praise, Beila! This reading out loud thing is new to me, but I can see that it helps keep things realistic, your writing being perfect example. (Also, I love using the word 'sound' that way hehe.) Definitely looking forward to more of your work.

Beila BRONZE said...
on Nov. 2 2017 at 12:29 pm
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 519 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

@Ray--yo, you do know that is my all time favorite song, right? Wow. Such high praise! Thank you so much for all of your compliments, and I'm sorry you had to wait so long for more of my writing to get posted. To be continued.... :) (P.S. I always read my writing out loud, and I always write how I talk. My friends who read my writing always say, "I could totally hear you saying this!" So I'm touched that my voice"sounds beautiful"!)

on Nov. 2 2017 at 8:05 am
Ray--yo PLATINUM, Kathmandu, Other
43 articles 2 photos 581 comments

Favorite Quote:
God Makes No Mistakes. (Gaga?)
"I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right." -Liesel Meminger via Markus Zusac, "The Book Thief"

Wow. This was definitely worth the wait. I love how start with a splash, and let the story blossom gently yet boldly, letting it take its time. Your use of words also does an impeccable job of putting such intricate emotions with a sense of ease. (Plus it sounds beautiful -have you tried reading it out loud?) I like how you held back on the ornateness at places- just enough flavoring wisps in otherwise simple, raw language. Please keep writing more! P.S This reminded me of the song 'Beneath Your Beautiful'.


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