"...every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad." - Henry Longfellow
One of life's challenges: To not let circumstances consume you.
It's ok to take time to heal. I'm going to do that for a couple more days. Let the clock tick, mourn some losses... and some pending losses (Jonny leaving).
In a few days I'm going to get up in the morning, take a shower with a scrub brush like I'm scraping off layers of bad luck, bad timing and bad chioces. Then I'm going to set myself toward healing and progress.
I've got a family full of grieving hearts, so I can't just let it swallow me up. I need to pull out of feeling sorry for myself, comfort them, and take the steps it's going to take to get closer to real recovery and restoration. Some disasters are so messy, that the clean-up itself has to happen, and it makes for slow rebuilding. I hope to have the endurance. One step at a time.
 The Last Remaining Aster Flower
Posses me like the very last flower
For one gentle, fleeting hour.
When my beauty is vivid and clear,
Smell the fregrance while I'm near.
Then when time takes me away,
Let your tears fall on that day.
Steal away to mend and heal
Grieve the loss, the pain you feel.
When the clock has ticked once more
Let your feet then find the floor.
Walk one step, then two, and three.
Restore your heart, but remember me. Labels: Kim, Poetry |
