Life is in flux Constantly moving Changing The ebb and flow Whether I like it or not
I am aware of every pain Of every pull Of every tug Breathing First I need to learn to breathe Then we will work on my feet
I choose to live each day to fullest, to seek out others who choose to do the same and share my faith. That is where my true inner strength is found. A confidence in what I hope for, yet can not see.
Shut down the sadness The loneliness The worry All of the rage The hurt and the fear There isn’t any need You shouldn’t want any of it
He smells the coffee she has made for him Every morning as long as he can remember Coffee brewed strong and black Never with cream or sugar Just the way he likes it
Every part of my body is paying the price for whatever happened, all while I thought I was sleeping. Sleep now doesn’t seem to be a precious commodity when it comes time to face it tonight.
He doesn’t know what he is saying. Doesn’t he see the pain? Can he not see the wound? Pressure has been applied.
How do people walk away from a house? At what time is a house deemed so beyond repair that leaving it and some of its contents seemed feasible?
The stitches and medical glue used to seal incisions. The swelling. The black and blue bruising surrounding my entire abdomen. It was too much for her. She said it all looked so painful.
Even so I won’t go I won’t change I won’t worry I won’t regret