Fri. 7/2/21
Hello! Hope you’re doing ok today?
This poem was written quite a few years ago. It’s very honest in a creative sort of way.
When I read this I am soooooo grateful to have chosen to get the help I deserve. It ain’t been easy and it’s a long haul, but the blasted wall is crumbling to the ground and there’s such a beautiful view of hope from my window. And what’s even better? I can actually open the window now and climb in and out of it and am cultivating the hope into reality. Yay me!
Metaphorically speaking, the above photo represents the view from my window back then. The picture below the poem is what I see now.
Window I looked outside my window today - and saw it's surrounded by walls that stand seven feet tall. So I stepped upon a stool for a brief glimpse out, hoping to see you standing there. I saw an empty field - and in the drama of the moment, I caught a reflection of my eyes, and the emptiness I saw, left me falling to the floor, trying to hide from the truth of it all. Where do I go when the walls are too thick, and the window sealed tight and the pieces on the floor are all the parts of me and all I want to do is ignore them? c. Pearl E. M.
The view from my window now (symbolically speaking!). I am worthy of this, and so are you.
Thank You, God, for never giving up on us and for being such a loving, healing Father.
With this fast ‘I’ve been on I’m really getting to some of the deeper (I can only hope ‘core’) issues for rejecting Great Guy’s kindness and self-sabotage. I’ll be writing about it for Tuesday’s post. Meet with you then? In the mean time – if you need to reminded, – enjoy yourself ! I’m sure you’re a fun person to be around.
