And now I write... about all that holds me in. Is it good to be held in? Should I expect to be held in? It feels good for a moment, yet the feeling passes. I struggle with the comfort and safeness of being held in.
Perhaps to be held in is to be held back.
I do not want to be held back for I ache with the fear of being left behind.
And now I know that I am holding me back, holding me in.
And now I write of a life held in.
Afraid and alone like a child who is held indoors on a sun filled day.
And now I know life is about going outdoors, playing in the sunshine, dancing in the water, sleeping in the grass.
And now I write of a life full of awareness.
A life awakened and full of sun.
A life not on hold but let go.
Just for kicks, I'd like to tell you that I am wounded, broken and flawed. I am just an ordinary gal who has made her share of mistakes. However, I use the hurts of the past to grow and become stronger. I use my flaws and make them beautiful. I am always looking to improve, grow, and better myself.
I'm a Christian stay at home wife and mommy. I'm a keeper, helper, lover, encourager, listener, student and dreamer...
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