Just putting one foot in front of the other is laborious.
Just breathing is hard.
How does one push forward when the wheel on your wheelbarrow is cripplingly bent?
No amount of glue, duct tape, or mending can close up the gash.
The cherished memories are rammed by the hurtful ones causing explosions of flames creating burnt-edged holes in my heart, mind, and soul.
My North Star has gone missing.
My blanket guarding me against the cold was lifted by the storm.
Happy Birthday to me.
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Monday, September 30, 2013
Rose and Jeff continued
Rose took a seat in one of the wicker chairs on the porch as she watched Bill make a mad dash to the nearest bush and lift his leg. It was that lovely time of early evening when the creatures that are active during the day start getting quiet preparing for the night ahead and the nocturnal ones haven't yet woken up with a yawn and a stretch. When it was quiet like this and Rose was alone she always ran an internal diagnostic of her feelings and life status. It was a habit she felt didn't need changing.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
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