It feels like the old times but there is nothing like it.
I am experiencing similar feelings but the experiences are different.
On the outside, nothing is the same… can I still be the same on the inside?
I am so afraid to fall again. To hurt my body when I hit the ground, to open up my scars and let the wounds bleed once again.
It’s like I’m running in circles without being able to find a door that will take me to the place where I can breathe.
Can I find the door?
Will I be strong enough to cross to the other side?
More importantly…
can I be happy and still be me?
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