i do not think this in exasperation
but in a breath.
because with every ending
with every goodbye
is the wide open door of new
(and how it's needed, this blessed new beginning)
a thought occurs to me at a low spot and slams into my dreams of freedom, bursting them to shards of broken glass. inside my heart, this girl sits in a puddle, wraps her arms around her knees and resists heavily.
but my hands are on the wheel so i take the long way to the house
(it gives me time to think / time to watch the clouds)
rest easy / breathe deep / rub your eyes and
w a k e u p
(SOMETIMES GIVING UP IS THE ONLY WAY TO WIN)
this is a new space for me.
starting over/breathing deep/smiling with my face to the light.
it's good to be back :)))))