Put my life in a blender; push frappe! That's how I've felt for a year or more.
Im sorry, I thought I knew so much abut love and loss and how to save myself. But then I lost what I knew. I lost me. I searched for me in the bottom of a wine glass,silent tears, working out, grazing my skin, pouring my soul out into writing, into you.
I don't know, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hoped you would save me, that your kiss could fix the ache and not create new jokes to fill.
The most important lesson I am learning is who I am. I am song, but like a willow tree; bending and swaying in the storm. Not strong like an unloveable stone.
I've found my soft, my weak, my bliss and love. At least the image I had of it in my head since as long as I can remember.
Beloveds, soar, find you; or find me:) I'm here! My words are beginning to quiet,. My battle is not gone, but I feel maybe it's time for a season of quiet? What do you think?
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