Grab your raft, let's float
Dream On A deep trench borders my mind I work there Every. Day. Not to bury the past or hide Not to self-sabotage No. I toil there to face myself Bring to light Self-limiting beliefs Uncover outdated stories Examine negative voices Confront my expectations Whose manual is this? And at the end of the day When I’m tired I fill the ditch with water Throw in my raft And float along And close my eyes And dream
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Take good care,
Julie
“Make your own recovery the first priority in your life.”
~ Robin Norwood
unexamined lives
will eventually haunt us
dig the trenches now...
I applaud your sharing Julie. You are pregnant with another book. The gestation period has no due date so keep taking deep breaths and time. There is no substitute for your willingness to do the hard work now. And perhaps the budding artist within you will help make the digging a bit easier...
Love this poem!! Reminds me of all that I have been through and I survived!! I am still doing what I need to do but I am getting there, thanks to you!!!