Posts tagged ‘compassion’

touching me

~

touching my heart

means

touching my scars.

if

touching my scars

means

running away,

then

so be it…

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November 25, 2014 at 2:50 pm 6 comments

one sentence

ς

8 letters

3 words

one sentence ~

so much with so little

yet

8 letters

3 words

one sentence ~

bears

the weight of my heart

ς

  8 letters

3 words

one sentence

is

boundless

ς

8 letters

3 words

one sentence

is

i love you

October 6, 2014 at 3:04 pm 16 comments

Weekly Photo Challenge – Containers

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dumpster

the precious remnants of a troubled life…no longer living

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The four walls of her house contained her world, in ways we will never know or could ever imagine.  She lived and died in this world; one only she could understand and so desperately clutched on to ~

&

Now, this world is being hauled away…

The above is not a dumpster full of someone’s junk or garbage ~

This was someone’s life.

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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/containers/

July 18, 2014 at 5:38 pm 17 comments

in a blink

everything feels right

it takes only one moment

life changed forever

ps:  A fellow classmate of  Peyton’s was killed in a car accident, along with his parents over Spring Break in AZ.  His 9-year-old sister survived and is in critical condition.

Please keep them in your thoughts.

 

April 1, 2014 at 2:43 pm 18 comments

fellowship

rows of sentinels

guardians sent from above

the gifts of friendship

trees

a row of trees at the top of a hill

♦♦♦

 

March 25, 2014 at 4:59 pm 6 comments

the constant chatter

each morning light brings fear and sadness

I wish I could hide from the world.

but life awaits, so it takes all i have to push on, move forward.

I must go to work – I have no other choice – people depend on me.

as i walk through the door, the mask is slipped on and a smile painted on my face.

I can NEVER let them see how I feel.

the day drags along and i am fighting back tears,

I want to hide under my desk.  I want so much to disappear.

while those around me are mingling and laughing – sharing pleasantries and smiles.

I cannot stop looking at the clock.

i wait desperately for the workday to be over.

I have come to the end of my rope.

as i leave the office, i fake one more smile.

I need to get out of here – NOW.

while getting in the car, the tears begin to fall.

I have to get home.

a feeling of calm returns as i pull into the driveway.

I am finally home.  I am finally alone.

i tear the clothes off of my body, sit in the shower and cry.

No one can hear my pain.

many minutes later

i get dressed,

fall into bed,

pull the covers over my head.

  No one can see my pain.

i do not want to think,

i do not want to speak,

i want to be numb,

feel nothing.

This world would be better without me.

BUT

somewhere, someplace

there is a voice

drawing me near –

BUT

I can feel

something

inside

holding tight –

not letting go.

some kind of force –

calming my nerves,

clearing my head.

I am exhausted,

I just want to sleep,

if only for a little while.

MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER.

I will try.

MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER.

i will try.

this is dedicated to those who suffer depression

and

their dogged determination to

  ‘push on’ day after day.

February 17, 2014 at 7:58 pm 13 comments


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