Passages….

Living, breathing… neither of those are an easy task, when memories come barreling out of the dark to assault the already precarious balance you have managed to scrape out for yourself.  I want to scream how I feel to the mountain tops, I want to crawl into a hole and hide.  I want to cry for who I used to be, I want to dance in joy at who I am… now.  Conflict-ions, contradictions… I am woman hear me roar.  I don’t like feeling this way… but I can’t deny how I feel either. 

 

One moment I feel as if I could fly…. another I feel as if my heart is going to burst from my chest.  I don’t like this weakness, I don’t like surprises.  I don’t like being disrupted.  I want what I cannot have… I want what I’ve denied and given up…. I want what is not responsible of me.  If nothing else is to be known of myself, I am honorable, I am responsible.  I do what is right, even if it cuts me to the bone. 

 

I’m struggling right now.  This too shall pass… I’ve weathered harsher storms, but none so cold as this. 

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