I am inside another nightmare. Will I ever get passed these middle of the night thoughts from the past. Like a clinging crab that I am. Letting go is painful
I really cannot afford this. So how do I appease its present prompting. Breathe, Trust and Behave. Should I continue to look to the lambs of the world to show me the way to my heart? I am tired, it has been years. I may have learned very little. This is my torment. And sadness creeps in, settles like a folding meadow lark.
I really cannot afford this. So how do I appease its present prompting. Breathe, Trust and Behave. Should I continue to look to the lambs of the world to show me the way to my heart? I am tired, it has been years. I may have learned very little. This is my torment. And sadness creeps in, settles like a folding meadow lark.
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