Ponte Trucha: The Comfort of Chaos

Broken beyond repair
Fearful and alone
You spend every waking moment doing,
That you may not be done away with
You deaden the pain of silence by increasing the noise

They say that silence is deafening
How very true this is
It exposes the pain of life,
The fear, the loneliness, the guilt, and the shame
Fall asleep to voices of unknown individuals who you’ve never met
And yet you find comfort in their very voices because they numb the pain

You’re not alone they say
And yet you feel completely lost amidst the crowds,
Friends and acquaintances,
Long lost lovers and companions gone awry,
Why is it then, that the pain of loneliness does not subside?

You want more and yet you’ll settle for less
Strangely, misery has become your comfort
Unsettling anxiousness your closest friend
You’ve learned to survive amongst the chaos
And Chaos is where you will continue to live

There’s more to life she says
You peer in and see there is validity to her words
And yet you find more comfort outside of the more to life
Because you have learned to find comfort in the pain

You can be made alive
And not just breathe
You can be set free
And not just bleed
You can find peace amidst the battle
And not just survive

You’ve been given the choice she says
And yet, my heart bleeds with anguish for your very life                                                                                   
You have chosen chaos,
The wider road,
Death over life.

“Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.” (Matthew 7:13-14)

=La Chula=