Inner You


Today her heart broke. Or so she thought. In retrospect, it was just the existing wear and tear showing up, reminding her that she had not healed. Guess when you use tape instead of super glue, you will be in trouble. She let her heart take over, lost all her objectivity, listening to his pleadings and believing his promises of eternal love. She dared to look back, to hope that they could still work. How did she get here? When did she miss the turning and wound up on this familiar yet terrifying road?

In the process, she did get a new perspective. She stepped outside her realm and looked on, as the drama unfolded. She had been sucker punched and getting perspective when you are doubled up in pain, wasn't an easy feat. The pain reminded her to breath, to reach up and get up from way down there in the pit of self pity.

She is still smarting over, annoyed for the time lost, absolutely pissed off, especially at herself for losing focus, getting her eye off the real project. She has to start all over again and she can only hope that the footing lost will not cost her some more years of anguish and loneliness. Yes, her heart broke today but the most amazing thing happened.....her inner eyes opened and her sense of self arose. She is not just listening, she is understanding what is required of her.

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