It was not my intention for this to happen. I just wanted to lay quietly for a few moments and listen to the melodies and feel peace. Just when you think you are getting stronger, more free of the pain, your soul surprises you you and reminds you that it is still grieving and hurting like hell. I don't think I have ever felt so raw, so vulnerable and cracked. It was like the shell of myself opened and all my soul, my pain, my breaking heart, were there to see. If anyone other than my dog had been there, they could have viewed the entirety of my pain. The fragmented, screaming spirit I had to bury inside, deep and hidden, just to get through another day.
But still, despite the pain, I am strong. I am a women wise beyond my years, who has seen far too much in my time on this Earth. The tears did cease eventually. My shell closed and the broken pieces of my heart were buried once more. Life must go on. The day is not done. The world is still turning and I am alive in it. I will mend the pieces of my broken heart. Someday. It will be OK. Just not today...
**For those who are unaware, I am going through a divorce currently. It was not my choice but I am slowly adjusting and healing.**
