When still waters run deep / The deep can often roil with peril;
The recurring feelings of hurt, abuse, neglect, failure (fill in the blank) begin to define who we are, and we fear we won’t know who we are if we become someone BEYOND or WITHOUT that pain.
I’m having one of those mornings.
I forgot this part
nightmares gone ~ I dream
Feelings are foreign to me; at least feelings over which I don’t have some sort of control.
good drivers don’t need no stinkin’ guardrails…
the door before me bids me walk on through, but pieces – grief and anger – won’t allow.
I have an instilled Sense of Fairness, but life’s. not. fair. is it?