I get no comfort from knowing this problem is not solely mine. That everyone around me struggles (in some way) to let the past fly.

The more free of it I become, the more I feel the remaining weight bear down. Pushing me. Holding me. Burying me in the ground.

I could choose like others to live less aware. Go about my days pretending it’s not there.

I could settle for a place neither good nor bad. I could live comfortably. Taking a much easier path.

But there I would watch myself slowly deflate until one day I’d wake to realize…
It’s too late.




christie on Facebookchristie on Twitter

Introvert. Avid reader. Social media shy. Animal lover. Yoga student. Green juice drinker. Whole Foods shopper. Tango dancer…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.