I’ll always be open hearted. Unless I feel something rise within me. Timeless fear of something too real, foreign to feelings of meaning without pain.

I’ll always be striving for more. Sometimes I believe it’s my children that keep me, wake me in the morning, inspire to keep fighting, if not, what would the desire be?

I’ll always want to love, solve puzzles that seem to have no solution, including the most confusing one, though I thought I knew her so well – myself.

I will never fully be healed, this cannot be a reality, for the world is in peril and pain and will never fully be healed herself.

Emily ©

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