Even so I won’t go I won’t change I won’t worry I won’t regret
I didn't pull away but drew him near Now he too possessed lips so red
On precious occasions, Margaret will share with me stories of her childhood, her teen years and stories from as recent as 40 years ago. She is a walking, talking history lesson. All of her stories have a purpose.
I didn't feel the need to justify my beliefs but I did feel the need to let him how inappropriate his verbal attack was. I reminded him Lily was watching. He didn't care. He kept insulting me.
I don't want to miss out anymore. I don't want to have a perfect house and life that looks like I have my act together when I am not able to enjoy life as it passes me by.
The rest doesn’t matter It is just background noise I may have placed you there To protect you
Remember that is The words we shared The words unspoken The tears shed I do, do you?
It hurts sometimes How much I love you
I need you next to me To feel the warmth I want to touch you I want to hold you again
I burn up rather quickly My throat tightens My hands wring My eyes wince from the smoke I wipe the soot from my skin My feet tread carefully
Today I failed. Failed as a mom. Failed miserably.
When you brace for the impact You don’t experience the whole effect Your muscles tighten and eyes squint Hands balled into fists Feet press down on invisible brakes You hurt yourself more than anything Maybe you should embrace the impact…
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It is all about working through those hurts and finding a way to process them while letting them hurt a bit less every day. There is no time table.