Like the Israelites…I too have lost my way…like a thunderous clap…something to get my attention…I am no longer a slave to my past…I don’t have
Come close
So many stories that go untold…because people get afraid…they will be judged by the past/the people who are closest/sometimes have the harshest words…the things you
Tell me again
There are days I don’t feel like getting out of bed/other days I find it hard to let go of emotions/some days I wish someone
It is real
So many things are different than they appear/and sometimes things get hidden and confusion arises/leaving me trying to reach for your hand/something to guide me/something
By your side
Walking late the moonlight illuminating the path ahead…tried to speak and say something profound…but all I could do was gasp for air…the cold that once
Anyone listening?
Talking to myself/trying to understand my thoughts/so scattered and confused/it would take some time/to sort all my feelings out/when all is said and done/I know
Beautiful redemption
There is hope for you…dear child of God…when you feel all is lost…when you feel no one could ever fully understand…a prayer to the one…who
Turn the page
Written after I found out that my therapist was changing companies. It isn’t the end/but rather a beginning/trying to remember/I’ll be okay/just change is sometimes
The questions
I ask myself/am I a good friend/the questions aren’t easy/sometimes the answers aren’t what you expected/are you willing to live with the answers/or are you