When the reality of what you lived
Finally hits you
Its a ton of bricks loaded in overcoat pockets
Sinking you to the bottom of an ocean
Inky black opaue
Breathing is impossible
As vice grips heart
Twisting its painful message tighter and tighter
Forward vision is stolen
You become blind to the world
But no longer blind to the depths of your soul
But maybe at the bottom of that deep sea
You also find
A greater awareness
Being birthed out of great torture
As you see how faultess you really were
And how hard you struggled
Against obstacles
Wrought by other”s omissions
And with the grieving honestly encountered
Victimhood ends
As a new path opens
In the midst of a wilderness
That then becomes no longer wasteland
But virgin forest
Bursting with new growth
At the dawning of winter’s end
Oh my deb! This was so so beautifully written. And I relate to it so much too. xoxo
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Big hugs.. that’s so wonderful Thank you β€
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