Its been a bit much, watching the calendar move closer to-day that used to mean so much and now resounds with pain.
Its been a bit much, to not passionately love anything about my life.
Its been a bit much, to move three times in the last six months and still need to rent a moving truck.
Its been a bit much, to watch the love of my life, move on so easily.
Its been a bit much, to be a daughter so overwhelmed that I haven’t had time for my family.
Its been a bit much, when even my cats, know I”m not really here.
So how do I go about changing/ surviving my life?
How do I let myself be here and run madly in the other direction?
How do I open my heart when all I feel is pain?
Its good, when I do my morning thing.
Its good, when my mom has one last treatment to go.
Its good, when my sister is having a girl!
Its good, when my roommate makes me laugh.
Its good, drinking coffee on the porch.
Its good, listening to the soft purr next to me.
Its good, knowing I am here and there is so much to come.
Its good, because I am alive.
A Crossley 5-2011