It terrified me.
Thought of looking back through
all the mournful words that I posted since
that fateful month...
August
But I did it.
I read over each one
cradling the words that I read
in my arms
like a child
Words that were bursting
with emotion and hurt.
And as I read
I cried because I was so grateful
that I made it through that.
As I sat legs crossed
at my kitchen table
the sun peaking through the shades
on my back door.
I felt fully capable
and in control of the situation.
I had handled things the best I could
and I had made it this far on my own.
Feeling strong and in control
is a feeling I have grasped for desperately.
I do understand that I can't control all things
but I can control myself.
That is what really matters.
Happy Monday everyone.
A.A.
