Today marks the day. An anniversary of sorts. No one died, but only part of me survived. My heart still beats although it feels the brokenness and I still ask the unanswerable questions...why? Why me? Why my heart?
At a cross road I chose my path, perhaps the hardest of them all. I hope what ever waits for me at the other end will be worth the long walk it takes to get there. Psalms 23.4 says that I shall walk through the valley of the shadow of death not stumble and fall in it, so I keep on walking and hoping and searching. In the darkened quiet my mind writes verses...
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Silent tears fall
like silver dominoes
The black dog
Numbness follows
like the tide
The black dog
Many patched pieces
but no peace
The black dog
Many patched pieces
but no peace
The black dog
Before I finally fall asleep.
Be well everyone, when the walk gets tough the tough keep walking!
4 comments:
Somehow you have found the strength to keep walking. Courage, strength and peace to you Lisa. xox
for me, my greatest tragedies have become my greatest gifts, but it takes time to see it, keep walking ... you are a powerful, creative being ... sending you hope and peace. xx
You have to believe that things will improve, Lisa. Even if the outcome is not what you expected. I think all of us here can share in your pain, because we have all, in one way or another, experienced hardship. Being alive is all the strength you need. Keep walking hun: one foot in front of the other.
There is so much power and strength in the words that you share here. I hope you feel that inside too!
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