Run away rainbow.


I am not as strong as I thought I could be.

I can't do it anymore.

I sit here nauseated at the thought.

Why must I be so difficult with myself...why am I torturing myself so much?

When will the seas become calm?

When will my nightmares subside, into dreams?

I want to be normal again.

I am very upset.
And, I don't think I can talk about it any further.

I am going to try for some sleep, even though, I haven't slept in months.

I slept so well when I knew he would be there to say goodmorning and now, the last I remember is goodbye, which does nothing for a new day...



Comments

Shadow said…
yet the sun WILL rise again, dear girl. hugs
December 19, 2008 at 2:39 AM
jiggins said…
Sharon - this is called processing.. let's be thankful that you have this ability, and that you have the time to do it. With proper handling, comes closure.. but there is nothing wrong with sorting through the issue first, and learning from it. It'll be good again. Just breathe;)
December 19, 2008 at 4:25 AM
Just Me said…
Thinking of you....
December 19, 2008 at 11:46 AM
Charli Henley said…
Hey Sharon. The fact that you are posting on your blog and writing about what is going on shows how strong and capable you are. Make a list of your strengths today. I'm sure you'll find it longer than you expect.
December 19, 2008 at 8:30 PM
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