Facing Up

I was struck by the personal responses to my recent post, “Once upon a real love.” In addition to public comments and tweets, I received private messages, stories and camaraderie both online and IRL.

This awesome photo by Flickr user lorrainemd.

Writing and sharing a tough personal story always makes the burden a little lighter. I felt even better after publishing that post to know my story made others feel less alone in their own experiences.

I’m pretty awful at showing or talking about my emotions in person. I find comfort in a few very close friends — and in music. #RoomieRebecca has been known to shout, “Stop listening to those sad songs!” through my bedroom door.

Kate Voegele is a singer/songwriter from Bay Village, Ohio (home of my pseudo-cousin M. Novak & friends). I spent a few weeks brooding on, “You Can’t Break A Broken Heart.” No arguing about that one, it’s sad.

Her acoustic songs are my favorite, including one called, “It’s Only Life,” and the one I wrote this post for, “Facing Up.”

Facing Up is about coming to a place where you have no choice but to face the truth about something you didn’t want to know. At that point, it can feel like there’s no direction to go in – everything is wrong. What truth actually means though is that there is only one direction to go in – Up. 

The truth can be so cruel, but to quote another song, sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. So turn the table on your denial, face your fears, and take on the world, my friends.

I use no exaggeration,
I’m plainly hanging by a thread.
I am running low on patience,
but don’t go blaming it on yourself.

Wish I was in my right mind,
but I’ve left myself unnecessary chores.
I make it bad when everything’s just fine.
I was whole and sure, now I’m clearly torn. 

There’s nothing left for me to do.
Right and left lead me to,
the center of my deepest fear.
And that’s facing up to you,
embracing inescapable truth,
and truth is so cruel.

Continual irresolution,
keeps me shackled to the ground.
I’ve been in dire need of revolution,
for far too many days to count.
I thought I was safe in my hiding place,
but it’s sure exhausting, living in chains.
It’s a paradox in so many ways.
I can’t tell love from hate.

There’s nothing left for me to do.
Right and left lead me to,
the center of my deepest fear.
That’s facing up to you,
embracing inescapable truth,
and truth is so cruel.

I’m begging myself to make,
something of it all. 
But I am a lady with no solacement.
Oh my feet won’t move at all,
I think I’m standing still.
Oh one day maybe,
I’ll have something here to give.

There’s nothing left for me to do,
right and left lead me to,
the center of my deepest fear.
That’s facing up to you,
embracing inescapable truth,
and truth is so cruel.

Truth is so cruel.
Truth is so cruel.

Truth can be so cruel.

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