Eulogy To The Past. {poetry}
She is here now,
waiting for you, to set you free
from chains you have bound yourself with.
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The Beast And I: Seeing All Of Myself.
And as my heart told her that it loved her, that 'I' love her, she began to sob. She sobbed the trillions of tears that had formed the great ocean within her. And I held her in my arms as I watched them fall, one by one to the ground, and explode into a million particles that quenched the ...
Grief: The Devastating Truths Behind The Tears.
And we ask, what’s wrong with me that I feel this way? What’s wrong with me that I see these things others don’t see, that I can’t accept what they accept? What’s wrong with me that I couldn’t fix it, couldn’t explain it, couldn’t stop it, didn’t protest, cried alone? You say, what if they had ...
Glow: Finding My Soft Place To Land.
At first, I was too scared to do more than look, then something inside me said, Go for it. Intuitively I knew that if I took this leap of faith, it would get me on the road to forgiveness of all that had gone wrong in my marriage and move me forward in my healing.
If I Could Travel Back In Time. {poetry}
I would look right into her eyes
eyes so full of sadness and shame, defeat and doubt
and I would tell her I see her
I Am Finally Moving Away From Heartbreak.
Thank you for breaking me, because putting myself together was the best thing that ever happened to me.
When The Story Changes.
Sometimes we have to let people go, even when we don’t want to, even if we never imagined a future without them. Sometimes we have no choice, so we have to make peace with that, as hard as it is. We can struggle against it, we can resist. Or we can set the other person free, and set ourselves ...
My Journey From Abuse Towards Wholeness.
Nature mirrored my connection with the whole. I was no longer alone, I belonged.
Unfaithfully Yours: Get To Your Own Truth.
If you have been with someone who cheats, it means something is wrong, desperately wrong, but it isn’t in our realm of conscious duty to make it right -- don’t hang that sh*t off your shoulders.
For Those Who Feel Things Intensely: We Deserve Love.
I hope that one day I know a slightly less intense experience, but I laugh writing that because what if life is intense? What if things are just intense? What if I am intense and I feel things intensely, and that’s okay? Because it is. It sure doesn’t fucking feel like it, but ultimately I know ...