Below my surface
By dianharvey, Jun 9 2015 04:00PM
Below my surface, within the depth of my being
I weep for the girl I was, for the woman I became
As I connect with all of me
I quell the tears as I close the lid, sealing the cracks
Below my surface, to the depth of my being, my pain returns
Now distant echoes whispering, whispering waiting to BOOM
I hold onto these echoes of mine. They belong to me
Without them I loose me.
As my echoes whisper, in this moment I hear what they say
My weakness is my strength
My despair is my wisdom
My echoes are my empathy
I so appreciate the depth of loneliness you have communicated here, and yet there is so much hope.