Posts tagged ‘compassion’
touching me
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touching my heart
means
touching my scars.
if
touching my scars
means
running away,
then
so be it…
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one sentence
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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
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Weekly Photo Challenge – Containers
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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 ~
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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/
in a blink
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everything feels right
it takes only one moment
life changed forever
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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.
the constant chatter
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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.
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this is dedicated to those who suffer depression
and
their dogged determination to
‘push on’ day after day.
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