This time of the year is usually bittersweet for me. Bitter as I remember the heartache, sweet as I relish the changes. I can't believe next week will mark the four-year anniversary of me leaving my ex-husband.
That summer was the most desperate, debilitating, challenging, beautiful and triumphant period of my entire life. My life is so different now that sometimes I feel as though all of those years were just a dream. I look at old photos and read old journals and it's as if I'm peeking in at someone else's life, not my own. I suppose this is what happens when you do a complete 180 in a few short years. No one can say I've wasted much time during this reinvention. God has done and continues to do a good work in my life.
Recently I came across this little ditty I wrote during that period.
quietly, gently i grasp.
tender i am.
i am,
i am,
i am.
slips of twilight, my tongue sounds like honey.
from my heart, my heart the sweetness flows.
filing down the sharpness, i make way for the changes.
knowing the choices, resilience overrules the pain.
softness,
softness,
softness.
swaddled in courage, i am smothered by fear.
in this heart. mind. heart longs for serenity.
with your acidic water on my fire,
what you say doesn't become me.
but becoming am i.
am i,
am i,
am i.
becoming?
becoming i am. i come. i be. come.
.please.
.please.
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