I am, but that, which dwells in the knot of you’r throat. I am the creeping dread in you’r chest, The familiar sting, I am grief. I am pain. I am joy. I am memories. I am all the what if, and, if only’s. I am grieving so much and yet so many more tragedies continue, I am Grieving the worlds losses. I am life in the rawest purest form.
I have not stopped living. I just have stopped being blindfolded, that which stays pent up inside will destroy so hence relief is needed. ~ Holly Garza Ortega
i am at a loss at how you could find just the right words to express…unblinded, yes, that is it
I wasn’t going to comment as I was reading through your blog, but I have to say that what you wrote up there is pure brilliance, the way you articulated it.
You never cease to amaze me.
Thanks Metta, you, yourself aren’t short of amazing, a wonderful, strong woman, great mom, and excellent friend, and support system.