Glass shattered, as I was thrown across the room, blood poured from my hands dripping onto the kitchen floor, and I knew I was in trouble; the scene crashes through my mind so many times, like some PTSD siren going off in my head. "It wasn' t that bad," I try telling myself, but truth has a way of setting us free; wounds have to be healed, one way or another. My body was taken to the doctor so many years ago; but what of my heart and soul, how would their sore weeping ever be mended? Life hurts, some lives hurt more than others, but there is medicine we can apply to our soul that brings hope and restoration and love to us. Our journey will surprise us with incredible joy, intense sadness, and inconsolable grief; come and shed some light on your path.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
A LONG WAY FROM HOME
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Glass shattered, as I was thrown across the room, blood poured from my hands dripping onto the kitchen floor, and I knew I was in trouble; the scene crashes through my mind so many times, like some PTSD siren going off in my head. "It wasn' t that bad," I try telling myself, but truth has a way of setting us free; wounds have to be healed, one way or another. My body was taken to the doctor so many years ago; but what of my heart and soul, how would their sore weeping ever be mended? Life hurts, some lives hurt more than others, but there is medicine we can apply to our soul that brings hope and restoration and love to us. Our journey will surprise us with incredible joy, intense sadness, and inconsolable grief; come and shed some light on your path.
Glass shattered, as I was thrown across the room, blood poured from my hands dripping onto the kitchen floor, and I knew I was in trouble; the scene crashes through my mind so many times, like some PTSD siren going off in my head. "It wasn' t that bad," I try telling myself, but truth has a way of setting us free; wounds have to be healed, one way or another. My body was taken to the doctor so many years ago; but what of my heart and soul, how would their sore weeping ever be mended? Life hurts, some lives hurt more than others, but there is medicine we can apply to our soul that brings hope and restoration and love to us. Our journey will surprise us with incredible joy, intense sadness, and inconsolable grief; come and shed some light on your path.
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This is so raw and personal at the beginning, then moves right into your beautiful writing that is brimming with the Hope and Peace you've found. Thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteRiah, So glad you enjoyed this writing. It was challenging to write, but what is true sometimes needs to be said. Hoping you are finding hope and peace.
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