When I'm weary, feeling small it is the family of my heart that holds me up.
I know to do the right things, the tried and true things and even if they don't help, I know to keep on doing them, because eventually they will help.
There was once a time when I could not have done that, but the universe has given me a love few people ever experience and that holds me close.
I know the emptiness is only a facade. The richness still lies at the center and I have only to allow it time to surface.
This is what I hold on to.
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