It's that time again.
Another goodbye we were simply not prepared for.
I feel I have been snatched into a tornado without warning.
Once our, "I'll see you soon then", turned into one or more questionable years apart.
The most vicious thought of them all...
I won't even be there to hug you one last time
Frustrated. One of the many words to describe how small I feel.
Too bad for me, right?
I know I often talk about being your own saviour is all you need if you truly believe.
If we are being completely honest, I am struggling to do this alone.
Life is far from easy and that is something I can guarantee.
Touch, jokes, friends.. anyone.
Suffocated by the wrath of life.
Climbing volcanos for stability, the tears shed followed by, "You've got this baby girl" to fierce ideas and positivity, courage and strength.
It's safe to say each day here brings out many sides of myself. Many layers of emotions peeling away.
What's worse?
The silence of a quiet room or the inability to sleep from a mind that doesn't stop talking?
Stay strong in times you need it most.
Stand with your head up after you fall.
Believe in your ability to overcome anything.
Have a very inspiring week filled with happiness and good health.
From my city to yours,
Sweet dreams.
- Samara Ward
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