Sadness can come from nowhere. As does Joy. We’re choosing which to generate and focus on.
Behold this supercalifragilisticexpialidocious piece. And yes, that’s a word.

Growing Up Sideways

July 8, 2019

We sucked the juice out of life. Didn’t we. Greedily.

Until finally

choking on our own spit

the day arrived when emptiness,

an unintended visitor, moved into our home.

Now, this house is crowded. Too crowded.

I continue to throw pieces of myself away

In search of the thing I lost so long ago.

And suddenly, it’s cold.

I need warmth. No. I require warmth. And kindness…

Is there anything more heartbreaking—wanting love, and yet refusing to let love in?

Chasing after love, and then discarding love?

The heart guarded

Chained to its past

Denies itself true intimacy for fear–

Losing what it already lost

Preferring instead the company of beggars.

I am no beggar.

Always, in love and gratitude for ALL of this existence even when I’m broken down. There is healing. And hope.

Nina 🙂

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20 thoughts on “Awakening

  1. “Throw(ing) pieces of myself away”…I’m not a beggar”
    Two awesome lines symbolizing how much we sacrifice for love yet we can’t get it in return- sometimes it feels like begging, sometimes people will beg especially when dealing with narcissists🙄
    Great to be awakened!

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