What does it mean when life pulls a rug beneath your feet?
What happens when you feel your heart palpitate but your body freezes?
What does it mean to put the broken pieces together and become whole again?
Do the cracks become invisible?
What does it mean to see your self-worth shatter like glass; the white smoke filling your lungs?
How do you show the inner scars & wounds; some of them still oozing & some bandaged with acceptance?
How do you stop self-sabotage because you have gotten addicted to misery?
How do you accept your image in the mirror and believe that you are normal again?
Is the remedy a compensatory hug & a promise to try to love or an outburst of wrath?
Does TLC mean self-love or an affair?
Should you consider a therapist, a guru, or sip on a brew; should you finally bow down with acceptance and march into the unknown?
Where do you find your pause?
In a prayer soaked with tears or in your screams of ‘enough is enough’?
Where do you find your strength?
In the eyes staring back at you in the mirror or the sweet greetings of the cashier at the store; reminding you of your presence in the world.
When you finally breathe again to settle your anxiety and your clammy hands push the fringe hair behind your ear; you remind yourself that you are just a character in this world who has her unique story and no matter what happens, the acting continues as the blue ball spins in the darkness.
