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 

loss... 

because the Journey

still is

in process.


I rejoice 


Finding

the 

Journey

is the 

Point. 


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