Tiny beams of light are sneaking their way through the clouds and into my windows. The damp outside is finally becoming warm and pleasant. I had asked for rain, hoped for it every day only to wish it was gone the minute it came. Be careful what you ask for they've always said and when you get it there's always something that leaves you wishing you hadn't.
I've got to shake a leg and break this habitual 'woa is me' my days have become. I have to rebuild myself from the ground up and move forward rather than starring down the hallways of my past.
Support is something that I have to let in especially from those I have shut out.
I have to let go of things I've held on to that are no longer there. I can't let myself blindly reach for a hand that will never receive.
Today as the light is seeping through, my true colors are reveled and my eyes finally see a glimpse of truth.
I've got to shake a leg and break this habitual 'woa is me' my days have become. I have to rebuild myself from the ground up and move forward rather than starring down the hallways of my past.
Support is something that I have to let in especially from those I have shut out.
I have to let go of things I've held on to that are no longer there. I can't let myself blindly reach for a hand that will never receive.
Today as the light is seeping through, my true colors are reveled and my eyes finally see a glimpse of truth.
