I started with hope.
The thought that my life could improve.
There were pictures of what might be.
I ended up with quiet.
The peace I needed.
Only it was too much.
I ran as fast as I could.
Back to my old life.
I'm comfortable here.
At least I know the view.
Problems that I left linger.
I am a broken mess.
Not welcomed or needed
in either world.
I am on my own.
Left to wonder.
I'm doing the best I can.
(From the outside, I don't think I look as bad as I feel.)
I just needed a few days of rest.
To stop the constant motion
of the world that I live.
I only have one question ..
Who ever thought it would
be this hard just to breath ?
~ JC ~
(These are my thoughts on this quiet Tuesday.
My life is a mess emotionally.
I'm working hard to get it back in balance.
I'm fine. I'm not lost.
I'm just yelling back at the world
for making it so hard to breath.)
