
How
long can one walk in silence before surrendering? Waving that pristine, white
flag seems like an easier option. I find myself turning emotions on and off,
like a radio dial. Pleasing others. Saluting the masses. These spear-like vices saw away at the bitterness that seems to hold tight.
Let the Sticky, Yucky Crap Go
With the new found space, I discover my craving for solace and contentment. Balance is essential. However, a road map to peace does not exist. A destination that erases all reality is only a fantasy.
Walking
around in life, I am alone in the middle of a muted, grey storm. The wind
carries hints of sadness and hopelessness, grazing my skin. Urging me to move
on. I can’t resist watching each of my emotions crash into me, much like waves
colliding against protruding rocks at the shore.
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I resist the urge to stop. Gathering strength
to see and feel all my emotions is consuming me, yet I continue to place one
foot in front of the other.
Realizing the storm will lift when I take control...
I turn up my tear soaked face, allowing nature
to dry my tears. Turning my view inward, I recognize my destination. It is my
today, my tomorrow and my forever that I have misplaced.
It
is clear. I must accept what I have been fighting so hard against. My map is
for me to create. For no one has the same destiny.
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