If I forget I may become proud and think im above all that and I would rather be thankful I survived and can feel, breathe and smile at the small stuff. dirty socks instead of no socks. hot dogs with relish and mustard instead of just a mustard sandwhich, Its like reading a storybook. Everyday is one more day to be salt and light. How do we respond. hurtful comments by others often felt and not even heard...their looks (glaring, staring, tearing you apart) and whispers and laughter pierce my heart down into my soul, Silence and . I used to cower in everyday life. I used to run and hide from relationships. I hear the angry tones cluing me in to how they feel. me how they fell. I hear no joy and laughter.
Posted on: Tue, 06 Aug 2013 19:25:04 +0000