Tuesday, February 4, 2014


I have run aground.
Despite my dedication to positive thinking, it goes no further than silent words in my closed mouth. My tongue caresses the letters without committing.

I have run aground.
My stomach grows heavy with the search for satisfaction.  It's uncomfortable and panic inducing.  Out of my control like a long, slow slide.

I have run aground.
My face is showing signs of disappointment and disapproval. 
By sheer force of will I lift the corners of my mouth and smile at my children so they do not worry.

I have run aground.
Exhaustion pulls at me and I do not fight it.
I'm encouraged by its strength and sureness.
I realize now that it has always been calling me back.


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  1. the habit of beingFebruary 4, 2014 at 10:58 AM

    i was there until so very recently. wishing you peace and rest!

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    1. UnknownFebruary 5, 2014 at 8:29 PM

      Thank you Amanda. Chalk it up to baby with severe cold and cutting 5 teeth at once. Many nights with little sleep. I'll survive:). Feels better to write it out though. Take care.

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