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Hold my story

/ the proverbial phoenix / 1 Comment

Share your story here… what is it that you want to say? Share your story, hear what it is that You wish to convey. Share your story here and watch as the words come across the screen and etch in your memory’s day. Share your story here? Naw, that was just generality, a formality, these ears are only for display.

Share your story to the ears that hear and appear to be near and reach hard to be clear , reach hard to be heard, to be audible…. share with the crowd that is generous and emotionally malleable., …. share your story with those that ask you about the scars in your heart, about the walls that you’ve built, the depths of your soul… share with the one who will yearn for your story to be told…. like their favorite book, close to the heart, that they hold…

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12 hours from now it’ll be one week.
One week since the worst day of my life.
One week since I literally lost a piece of me.
One week since my old world stopped and the messed up version of my world started. One week since my heart died.
One week since I began thinking God doesn’t care.
One week since I’ve started hating everything I don’t have.
One week of pure torture within my soul.
One week that has included comments from random people that rip me apart.
One week that is revisited minute by minute by visions of horror over and again, reliving it over and again.
One week since I felt the warmth of her precious belly.
One week since I could put her little hand in mine.
One week since I could smell her, kiss her, hold her.
One week since I gave up on miracles.
One week since prayer might not matter.
One week since I could apologize to her.
One week of searching for her.
One week of desperately wanting to go back in time.
One week of hell. One week of wanting to disappear.
One week of anger.
One week of sadness.
One week of loving my husband more than I knew I could.
One week of anguish.
One week.