It is a place far from my comfort zone.
And so I sit – drawing energy from writing,
Quiet and alone.
Wishing things would somehow change,
Less control as I go with the flow,
And life’s priorities rearranged.
But the burden is on me to find the path,
Knees black and blue from,
Tripping through the aftermath.
Straight talk that blew my world apart,
Shocked and saddened,
Left with a broken heart.
Shaken to my core and feeling insecure,
Paralyzed by an attack,
Driven to do no more.
But get going – one baby step at a time
Where less is more and I live
Even if my life’s story has no rhyme.
I’ll start my new journey with a humble stride,
Slow and steady,
With my mind and heart flung open wide.
Looking to be accepted and to belong,
No discomfort,
Becoming once again whole and strong.
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