Today has been a strange day i have placed my heart in places of vulnerability, places of pain, in hope of peace.
The realisation that to truly heal one has to allow oneself to feel.
To wait in expectation of the agony to know the rewards of joy.
Grief is an state of expectation, the cost of love or the reward of love.
The irony of that statement, pain the reward of love.
The honour of love.
How often i find myself lost in the darkness of grief.
I struggle to remember why it has to hurt so much?
Why my soul cries out?
Then a memory rises to the edge, allowing me the freedom of remembrance,
the joy of loving
the trust of forever.
Joining in with five minute friday. Write for five minutes on the word of the week. This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.