Tag: healing
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Still, I rise.
The morning feels sweet and bitter, asking to me rise even as I shiver; it’s the dead of winter. I view my life lately in the same way I view the morning before the dawn sets in; quiet with anticipation, yet painfully slow and exhausting. I’m ready for the sun, just as I am ready…
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The Whisper of My Body
I lie awake, longing for the dayWhen I rise again without delay.Without the price looming over my head that just won’t go away,Reminding me what I’m not, every single day. I’m not strong enough yet, I’m not ready yet—I will break.But what if I just try? What then?I ask this body, who has seen unblemished…
The Bind of Wanderlust 