My broken wing flaps but I can't fly.
The fear that grips me when I think of ever going to that "place" again, is debilitating.
The anxiety,
the emptiness,
the darkness,
the sadness,
I just don't think I would survive this time.
And scared as I am, I have hope that someday I will let it go and be free.
4 comments:
That's what your fairy friends are for...we will lift you up with our wings when you feel broken :)
You know what they say...you can't soar like an eagle when you're surrounded by turkeys! lol
If there are any turkeys around, let's fix us some Thanksgiving dinner! ;)
Having gone through a huge, life changing experience about six years ago, I understand your fear. But I have to say that it does get better. Every day you feel a little less scared and you begin to appreciate that, like a Phoenix-rising from the ashes, you were able to overcome that which you thought you wouldn't survive . This eventually gives you a feeling of great power.
You will and you will be stronger in the end. You are such a dynamic person, this will be just one of the tiny facets of your life. Like carbon forming into a diamond, you have to go through the heat and the pressure to form those many facets and sparkle at the end!
ohh baby..
take it one step at a time. Maybe your trying to run a marathon and you should be trainng for a 5k..One thing at a time ok...Your an amazing beautiful soul thats love by many ..I love you tons my sweet friend..Ive got you...G
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