Stand tall -- if the relationship ends, it was not meant to be. Thank them. You two came together for many reasons. Maybe you can walk on with peace and dignity.
It seems that she doesn't even need
to complete a circle,
as you wrote in your journal
days before India.
Unlike the tree
Love travels back at each moment to her
original form.
To a primal time
before the transformation she underwent
to be a tool
or a symbol
of human passion.
What I once thought to be true, I may learn to be distorted. The clarity I seek will need to make sense to my own soul, my own earthly existence. Though I may listen to different teachings, I will not be bound by any one belief. I will take what I need.
but I want
so desperately
to believe that love
is the answer
that I’m willing
to jump
headfirst
without looking
and crawl back up
with scraped palms
and bloody knees
when no one but the ground
is there to catch me
just to jump
again
without remembering
what the question was
in ...
I see you working so hard, and building your life, but I know you’re still not satisfied. I see you crying at the end of the day, holding your pillow close to your chest as you bury your head down; as if to mute the tears of your soul so no one hears. But I do. And it pains me to see you in ...
I’m not slamming working mothers -- I would not want to bring a fellow sister down for her choices in her life, much as I would like the same respect -- but it is important to me to be there with them for the day-in and day-out life that makes up the fabric of their childhoods.
Do wear the cobalt-blue floor-length gown to a formal party. No one else will. Others will be off in corners, bleating like sheep in a different version of the same little black dress. Saunter in like you own the place, sing your best karaoke version of You're No Good by Linda Rondstadt, then ...
Unfortunately, there are some people who don't believe in mental illness or minimize what we go through, but if you put yourself out there and share your story, I am sure many could have a change of heart and mind.
I am a woman Here and now, born to Earth at a long journey’s end A woman Who clung to the womb for days, more than a little afraid, I think, of what Life would bring Sprouting from toddlerhood a knobby-kneed wisp of a thing with stringy blonde hair and curious eyes for feasting on ...