Thursday, September 10, 2015

Cant go over it. Can't go under it. You have to go through it.

Can't go over it.
Can't go under it.
You have to go through it.  


I tried to run away- but the tacky mud weighed me down.
I tried to flee- but my heavy legs slowed the pace.
I tried to escape- but my distracted brain wouldn't settle.
I tried avoidance, but my broken heart just lay wearily in my chest.

 I sat on a crumbling log -letting sweat and tears rain on me
 until I heard the warning of a chattering squirrel:
"Keep it moving sister- you have to go through it."

So I picked myself up, wiped away the tears, and began moving forward
Into acceptance.









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