Thank you Lord for understanding women.
Women hear me. Women know what I'll say before I say it. Women move closer when they see tears. Women touch, distract, remember, realize, and touch again. Women in my life are special and I hope I treat them as such.
Lately I have not felt like myself, like I should, like I expect to. The cobwebs are accumulating and cross stitching inside my mind. No room for additional thought patterns, no open runways to land on. Clouds hover over my damaged wing. The wing I repaired over the year is still weak. Still hurting. My new feathers wilting under the typhoon of sound. The carousel's lights flash and I'm blinded temporarily. All the horses and tigers smile as they circle past. No open seats for this rider. The queue for you.
Exit, reads the sign. Purge and push open that steel door. Walk slowly down the dark alley. Don't look over your shoulder. Keep your eyes on the blue light, gradually enlarging to the rhythm of your steps. Feel the faint breeze on your cheek, smell the rain and the possibility. Breathe. Breathe deeper. Almost there. You're so close. You're going to make it. Concentrate and keep moving. Let your soul sense direction and your body follow. Stop questioning. Stop wondering. Embrace the warmth of anticipation manifested within.
walk out into the sunburst street sing your heart out sing my heart out I found grace inside a sound I found grace that's all that I found and I can breathe breathe now breathe (U2)
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