The music is still, filled with pain and with peace. It’s a churning up of the past, and it evokes my trepidation as I put my first foot into the unknown water. I’ve been called courageous for wanting more, I’ve felt foolish for wanting more, and as I sit here on this dark and warm night, I remember that I am not alone. I am someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, someone’s mother, someone’s friend. I am here now, the ground steadies me and the sky holds me like its very own beloved child.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Tonight
The music is still, filled with pain and with peace. It’s a churning up of the past, and it evokes my trepidation as I put my first foot into the unknown water. I’ve been called courageous for wanting more, I’ve felt foolish for wanting more, and as I sit here on this dark and warm night, I remember that I am not alone. I am someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, someone’s mother, someone’s friend. I am here now, the ground steadies me and the sky holds me like its very own beloved child.
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