she’s afraid of who she is…
without the infection she grew up with.
without the pain deeply woven into her heart and identity….
sometimes the most fearful dream is who we are when we finally…
break free.
because at some point the tears
became a dependence…
one comfortable and familiar…
a kind of “safe” fall back
whenever the stress left serious despairs.
you convince yourself…
to fall in the routine of old and worn ways…
when in your heart you know…
there’s a brighter hope and love in..
a new day.
