This is the year of things falling apart. This is the year of standing on the edge of things, looking back over my shoulder and wondering whether I should jump or not. This is the year of endings so quiet that only I can hear the door shutting. This is the year of rifts so loud the fissures seem to originate from my very core.
This is the year of panic.
This is the year of stretching thin and holding fort. Of not knowing where next month's rent will come from. Of feeling the imminent death of loved ones in my bones.
This is the year of being smiled at. A lot. 6 year old, 10 year old, 14 year old grins. Toothy grins, sweaty grins, book-seeking 'please help me ma'am' grins. 'Please read us one more story' grins. Life giving grins.
This is the year of fighting & holding ground.
This is the year of panic.
This is the year of stretching thin and holding fort. Of not knowing where next month's rent will come from. Of feeling the imminent death of loved ones in my bones.
This is the year of being smiled at. A lot. 6 year old, 10 year old, 14 year old grins. Toothy grins, sweaty grins, book-seeking 'please help me ma'am' grins. 'Please read us one more story' grins. Life giving grins.
This is the year of fighting & holding ground.
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6/21/17 7:44 AM
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