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Sometimes just "surviving" the holiday is Enough..!
Healing begins The moment you stop explaining yourself
...And so I pray for you. Whenever this heart of mine misses you . Because that's all I can do...
Itās not that I donāt care anymore. I just donāt have the energy to show it.ā
"I was Scared to turn the page until I realise that I'm the Author"
Find someone who enjoys your madness. Not an idiot who forces you to be normal.
Itās a cruel truth ā some crossroads donāt offer a ābetterā way, only different kinds of emptiness.š
The real question isnāt left or right⦠itās whether you have the strength to keep moving forward when neither path feels like home.ā¤ļø
~~1112918
Is the place we seek a memory we left behind, or a future we have yet to find?
A memory we left behind
A future we have yet to find
IF YOU HEARā¤ļø
-----1112918
"STEP BY STEP"
I walk slowly, it's just who I am,
No shame in my pace, no need for a plan.
From the start, with Mom and Dad,
I'd walk in the middle, and that made me glad.
They'd walk ahead, or lag behind,
But there I was, just taking my time.
Friends and relatives, they'd ask me why,
"Why so slow?" they'd wonder, oh my!
I never answered, didn't really care,
Tried to walk fast, but it wasn't fair.
One said, "Girls walk slow," with no reason or rhyme,
But I knew better, it didn't feel right at the time.
Then came someone, special to me,
Who understood my pace, and what it could be.
I asked them, "Do you walk fast or slow?"
They said, "Quick, but I'm learning to go slow."
"I'll walk beside you, step by step,
Matching your rhythm, with no regret."
And now my heart, it melts and falls,
For this person who answers my soul's calls.
I want to say, with the moon up high,
"The moon is so lovely, isn't it, sky?"
~Sunflowerwrites