Somewhere near where you might be
A woman lives with misery
An illness traps her in head
And she can’t get away
She keeps no blog and can’t express
The depth of her unhappiness
A room, a TV, and a bed –
Another hopeless day
Somewhere near where you might be
A woman lives with misery
An illness traps her in head
And she can’t get away
She keeps no blog and can’t express
The depth of her unhappiness
A room, a TV, and a bed –
Another hopeless day
I can’t honestly
“like” this post
so I weep instead
As I did writing it
I’ve been surprised by the authentic depth of feelings expressed by many bloggers. My approach has always been more of an honest observer of my self – one step removed. I’ve been wanting to change this. This post triggered something in me to start shifting my “wanting” to “doing.” So, thanks.
You are welcome. Talking to you, I realize that I need to more “doing” as well. So thank you.