It's not that I'm ungrateful.
I look around at my life, and truly honestly believe without a doubt that I am blessed.
I'm blessed with more than I could ever ask for.
It's not that I'm lacking.
I have many people who love me, care for me, and think highly of me, and know what a wonderful, honest, loving person I am.
It's not that I'm not trusting.
I trust that this will all work out. I honestly, somewhere in my heart, truly believe this. I trust that the plans I have for myself are small in comparison what my life will really be like.
It's that I can't forget.
I can't forget the longing, wants, and hope.
I can't forget the what if's, the uncertainty, and the sadness.
I cannot shake this thought.
Within a second, it comes crashing back into my life usually unexpected and unplanned.
Even the brightest days hold an eerie sense of darkness,
as though I am constantly waiting for something that may never come.
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