Again, I pick myself up and dust myself off
Each time seems to be more difficult than the last
the cuts get deeper, the scars more visible, wounds slower to heal
This WILL be the last time, I will NOT have to pick myself up again
because of this, because of her, because it never really mattered anyway
Protecting myself, my health, my emotional well being
must be my number one priority
No more trying to convey my sorrow
no more letting it eat me up, from the inside out
I will take my bag packed full of lessons
and move forward now, looking back only when it's safe again
I don't know when that will be, if ever
but for now, I need only look forward anyway
I am stronger, less self absorbed, but more self caring
it's my truest self that I must long for, no one else
Someone so very dear to my heart and soul
recently gave me a book of Answered Prayers
"Allow me to risk while I protect your heart. I am large enough for you to be small. Picture this. There is a pocket above my heart. It is there that I carry you. You are safe."
I love this quote, I can picture myself there, in God's pocket
such a wonderfully comforting image.
