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.
I relate so much, and the imagery is perfect!
Posted by: CMcB | 09/16/2010 at 05:14 PM