And Now I Write

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.} 

Comments

[CMcB]

I relate so much, and the imagery is perfect!