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.
I realized this morning as I pulled in to the parking lot, that I was filled with angst. I wasn't nervous but realized I was apprehensive. I have spent my life encouraging, speaking truth to and guiding women, so what were all these unsettling feelings I was dealing with?