These days these pages
Hold the deepest truths of my heart.
There’s so much unsaid, so much I absolutely wouldn’t disclose.. because no one could understand.
Have no doubt I’m strong; but I’ve moments where I stumble.. where I tremble.
My days are loaded buckets of mixed emotions,
Me trying to make sense of them.
Time is ungracious when something settles upon me.
I smile, I write, but my hidden world within, often takes precedence over the rest.
As if a cottage tucked away in the foothills, the world goes on and I recoil into my space of
matter and subconscious living.
Sometimes the quiet is all that eases my heart.