A Beginning
 

One day you wake up
and realize you must have survived it
because you are still here,
alive and breathing.

But you don't remember
the infinitely small steps
and decisions you took to get there.

Your only awareness
is that you have shed miles of tears
on what seems to be
an endless road of sorrow....

One day, one glorious day,
you wake up and
feel your skin tingle again
and you forget just for an instant that
your heart is broken....

and it is a beginning.


by Susan Borrowman SOS of Dane County Newsletter

:bump::bump::bump:

Bumpity bump

right at your heels, twinks...

Thump

And another bump because.....We Remember Them.

bump because it's January...

Reminds me of a T-shirt I once saw: "Where have I been all my life?"

Tom

Love this. Like 100% in love with this poem.

:hug: Alffe. Why hadn't I seen this before?

Today is one of those days I have to be thankful for, that "instant" that may be over too soon until I remember all that is missed. Sometimes I try and think that Mother's Day won't be so bad... if and when I become a mother.

It is just the beginning.

And another bump! So quiet in here. :confused:

I think this was the precise moment when I needed to re-read this... Thank you Alffe :hug: :)

Thank you for the :bump: dear Alffe. I also needed to read this today.