So here we go…
Stepping forward into who knows what…
Thoughts in my brain that need to be pushed out before the pressure forces me to scream cry or both. I used to have words that flowed easily from my fingertips but lately, the only thing that flows easily are the tears from my eyes. I used to have a voice that would talk someone’s ears off but recently, the words are held deep in my throat for fear of hearing them escape my lips.
I’ve been told falling apart allows you to pick up the pieces and put them where you feel they are a better fit. The form they were in wasn’t what it was meant to be. Looking down at the pieces and seeing myself fragile and broken but knowing the tears that are flowing will now be the glue to pull me back together.
