The moment of impact…
A natural instinct would be to dig deeply within and look to
lick all wounds exposed. The sore would be so deep, that it would become
infectious and festering in a matter of seconds. Everything becomes elevated.
Your loves lifeline depends on the antidote, which is right before you. You
look deeply at the contents and know that choosing to ingest so would result in
a quick healing, but yet you choose to wither away and lay your aching remains
within your once sheltered heart.
I choose to feel this moment of discomfort.
I accept everything that comes with these hardships and
emotions tied to it all. My sense of
knowing has afforded me the ability to pull back. I am not at war with love, I
am one with love and any moment and time love can depart from us and literally
have us in such a tailspin.
It’s when we seek solace and balance to bring about resolve.
There is nothing like going forward with a life event and continuing to live it
truly and thoroughly, but when you become disconnected even a shock to the
system wont create a response, but cause a revolt.
I have departed and I am starting to look ahead. Not to join
someone or a new community, but in essence to erase what was once. I can stand
suspended in an animated state of contemplation, but yet nothing will come from
this. How would I know, because I had already known, but I chose to rise to the
occasion and make my best efforts at conforming to a life I rarely visited and
experienced.
Cautious and contained would normally result in a wounded
lovers shield, only reinforced by the belief that you will never allow yourself
to get to that level of vulnerability again, but it’s never realistic or ideal
to experience these after affects and feelings.
I have reaffirmed my place and station within these
troubling life moments.
I am Happy-Although I am experiencing a stunted sadness of
the deepest
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