the Journey... is the point
I am not done
Not "there yet"
But Not where I was either.
When I began
there were horrendous days.
PTSD days...
when all that I had stuffed and
not allowed myself to feel
not allowed
to have it's voice,
came tumbling out all about me.
Like a dark and terrible storm
blinding my view
to the beautiful
children,
family,
existence,
that was
there
as well.
And those days too
Joy?
or maybe
just
Love,
quietly
made
her appearance.
It could seem so loud
there
in the dark.
In complete blackness
a lit match
changes
everything.
Those days,
there was
also
salvation.
These could feel like hell,
but the saving came as well.
showed up,
you might say.
So, though I have felt
at
a
loss...
because the Journey
still is
in process.
I rejoice
Finding
the
Journey
is the
Point.
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