a Dayful

my spirit has risen high, and fallen deep…
I thought of my life, and how I got here, what I learned along the way, and how to get where I am called to be. I ache and weep, the depths of greif sometimes touch me in places where light never reaches. The knowing of Caring, and the knowing of lack of it. My mind drifts to my past, paths taken, not taken. To a time walking in the woods, my feet kicking the fallen leaves, the sounds of the woods, birds, the wind in the trees. Talking to the spirits around me, telling them my secret wishes of being loved, being liked, not being alone. That same small girl still resides here inside, still seeking a friend who understands, another who makes the journey fun.

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