But It’s a Good Pain

Not enough.

Tenderness.

Joy.

Rightness.

Tears wash away the stain of hurt, of failure.

Probably dripping hormones, but still.

Are the signs I see real or dream induced?

Or another reaction to the meds?

Am I strong enough?  Brave enough?

Woman enough?

To be really honest.

To move in grace.

To sit in silence.

To wait.

To take my hands off the wheel….

 

 

 

 

Comments

  1. jwilliams057 says:

    You are all of those things and more.

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