Born with a broken heart.
Born to broken parents.
Why can’t my broken heart give up and cease to beat?
It’s been a year since we said good-bye to Mom.
She decided her broken heart couldn’t keep beating.
Now we live in the aftermath.
What wouldn’t I give to trade places with her?
I’m too tired to further my journey of self-discovery and healing.
Life is gray. Fuzzy round the edges.
I don’t have the strength for another step. For another meal. For another meaningless day.
I choose gratitude, love, resonance and strength as my intentions for 2017. The reality looks more like major depression, anxiety, sadness, and despair.