Thursday, August 9, 2012

Still Progression




Night.
It is the hardest time for me.
In the quiet dark my mind wanders.
It questions.
It doubts.
It hurts.

Morning comes.
I can breathe again.
The sun is bright and beautiful.
I snuggle my babies tight.
I remember but I move forward.
Grateful.
Smiling.
Happy.
I live.




2 comments:

  1. Wish I could give you a big hug right now :)

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  2. That is a beautiful poem. Love, love, love it. Thank you.

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