You said something once that stuck with me.
I didn’t respond at the time, but I’ve been thinking about it.
That feeling of being cut off…
It’s brutal.
Not because we stop feeling, but because we stop knowing what we feel.
And that disconnection—
It’s the kind of pain that doesn’t announce itself.
It just lingers.
I’ve found that when I’m in that space,
The way out isn’t through force.
It’s through love.
Not the big, sweeping kind—
Just small acts.
Doing something for someone I care about,
Without needing anything back.
That’s when I start to feel like myself again.
Gratitude helps too.
It’s quiet, but it shifts things.
Sometimes I forget that loving myself
Is just being grateful I’m still here.
And yeah—
I’ve been told not to let anyone knock me out of love.
I think they were right.
Love isn’t just a feeling.
It’s how I stay in service.
It’s how I stay me.
Anyway, I just wanted to say—
I heard you.
Even if you didn’t know I was listening.
—Jason
Author’s note;
Have you ever instantly fall in into love with someone you’ve never met, seen, but just by there words something happens within that is unconditional—uncontrollable this poem is for that moment. The moment you feel helpless within. Thank you,
Jason C Owen.
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22 responses to “The Quiet Way Back”
Very well written and heartfelt
Thank-you for sharing
As you said a story is about developing and maintaining connection.
warm regards
Cara
Thanks for the kind words I stepped a little out of my comfort zone with this one. Hope it was ok. Thank you again for the support. Warmly accepted,
—Jason
I love how your piece feels like it grew out of my poem To Be in Love, it’s really sweet seeing my words take on a new life in your voice.
I had so much to say so I wrote. Your poem definitely took part in what I wrote. Hope you didn’t mind. It was inspirational. So thank you.
Jason
I’m glad it inspired you, Jason, that means a lot. When something I’ve written sparks another piece, I love when the connection is noted so people can see the creative thread between us.
Yes I’m sure there’s many more to come. I’m glad you can hear it. Thus my intentions.
I’m touched my work inspires you. You mentioned there may be many more to come, I’m curious what you see for that. Are you thinking of a creative exchange, a collaboration, or more of an ongoing inspiration thing?
You know it all determines on how it touches me. You know I’m a big fan and quite often I write through what I feel like we all should or do. I think a creative exchange might be in the works but make it fun without a name it keeps one guessing almost like a language that’s only understood by two. See it creates an unseen connection. With all respect and gratitude
-jason
I treasure that unseen thread, and when it’s brought into the light now and then, it keeps the mystery alive while making sure the exchange nourishes us both. —Bat
Well said.
I’m glad the thread feels clear between us.
I think they were ment too.
Then the work is doing what it’s meant to 🙂
Indeed Bat—Indeed.
Indeed, the work finds its way 🙂
The work sometimes it waits where no eyes linger.
Blind, but certain. Even the sightless pull of what must be. We don’t run, we walk—slow, steady— watching the shape of it rise, finding beauty in every inch of what’s already coming.
Yes, the work unveils itself in the time it’s meant, and beauty meets us there.
How beautiful it would be.
I still haven’t forgot about this Bat. With you, time stands still and beauty is all around.
That is how I always believed love to be, in the small moments. It does not scream to be heard, it is not grandiose in its actions, it slips in quietly, moves unnoticed, gives without expectations, there is no return date, ever… it is soft and tender, looks out for the other even when it is hurting.
As for the connection, that is terrifying not knowing how strong it is to withstand both the seen and unseen forces that push against it.
Connections give us life and meaning and to not have it is existing and not wholly living.
Iba,
What you wrote… it sat with me. Not just as a reply, but as a kind of recognition. Like you didn’t just hear what I said—you carried it with you, turned it over, and gave it back with your own truth wrapped inside.
That part about connection being terrifying—that hit. I’ve felt that too. The not knowing. The way it can feel both fragile and vital at the same time. You said it plain, and it landed.
I just want you to know I see the care in your words. The way you didn’t rush past the quiet parts. That matters to me.
Thank you for responding the way you did. It stayed with me.
—Jason
Thankyou Jason.
As always, you comprehend much more than I could ever express….
You are consistently kind, thoughtful and generous with your words. Words I don’t feel worthy of or deserve so much. I remain grateful for you.