The words dripped from her lips like honey. Drawn up from her heart by gentle hands searching for the secrets it held. Fear began to slip through her fingers like sand.
With the heavy patchwork quilt of life upon her shoulders she carried a heavy burden. Walking the unpaved road with an unsteady foot and stride unsure, bravely she pressed on.
The weight on her shoulders from the truth that was held left her weak and immobile. The blessing slowly became a burden. Afraid to let it go the secret did crush the free and once happy. Seeing the future of near perfection holding on to hope like a delicate flower in her palm, the sadness grew to darkness and the pain drove in deep, till the flower was damaged and the light had burned out.
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Sometimes I wonder if our hearts are one. If we weren't related...
That's so sad. I love the artwork you put up...is it yours? If so, you are amazing!!! I'm jealous.
I wish! But The art of paint and drawing belongs to Micah and Craig.
Intense! Funny, I am in such a wonderful place today, the words don't feel as dark as they should. Yet, had I read that yesterday, I would probably be crying and feeling the pain. Hope is definitely the key to our happiness in this system.
the artwork, the music playing, the words....they all speak of long, deep sorrow...
remember....keep up the chant...this is temporary, this is temporary...this is temporary...
before we know it we will be living the real life.
Well as deeply as I can feel pain or sorrow I feel joy and happiness. The pain and sorrow always passes.
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