Every day I grow a little. My musings change and grow and the hurt lessons. The burdens lessen, or at very least they change. New battles to fight and hills
To climb.
The nightmares still rock my sleep. Tears still burn my eyes and i still reminisce of days come and gone.
I still feel the sting of only knowing a sliver of your identity, of mine. I'm sometimes surprised of the journey I am on and the choices I have made along the way.
Sometimes I don't feel like I even know myself. One thing I know is I bleed. I bleed inside for those I have hurt, for that I have lost, for those I miss as they are so far away (here on earth or in the heavens).
Just breathe fairy. Your hippie soul aches as it grows and learns how to move on. How to embrace each moment for the truth in it; that moment may never return. So cherish it.
A year. Wow what a year. Tragedy, growth, love, loss, pain, joy and tears of every kind.
Truth. That is what I seek. Beloveds, I learn from you.
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