Monday, February 04, 2013

Weeding out the undesirables

Write. Revise. Delete. Write. Revise. Delete.

The slow, shy tears of heaviness from an abused child slip out of hiding and slide down my face. I do not feel them.

I am overwhelmed. All the monsters visit me, day and night. I can feel no more.

But I can not ignore the ones who ask to hold on. To find peace.

I do not know who to believe. I just know I'm too tired for life .

1 comment:

rl said...

I understand. It's okay to rest. We spend so much time fighting to stay alive and to live. It's okay to say this hurts too much. It's okay to do something -anything- that will bring even the tiniest amount of comfort or enjoyment. I watch these short little video clips of my toddler nephew :) or I watch an episode of a Brit Comedy I like on YouTube or I sit on the back porch and have a good cry or I carry my teddy bear w/ me around the house or I eat whatever I want or I take a hot shower or I take a nap. It's okay to rest and regroup and don't think about anything! I hope you feel a bit stronger and less sad soon. *gentle safe hugs if you want them* rl