BY ANDREA JOSEPH
The moment never lasts.
Sometimes
For a moment
She feels alone
-the good kind-
For a moment she can be.
Just sit. Smile. Sigh.
For a moment she is relieved
But the thoughts always rush into it
Tearing through the peace
Wishing she trusted them from the start
Dreaming that her dancing days would return
Trapped with guilt; for hurt she never intended to cause
Desperate to have her person let her in again
Hoping
for certainty; to be flooded with calm
Even her dreams are unsettling
She wakes up anxious
Unable to breathe
She prays and she waits.
And she believes.
-with all of her heart
-with everything she has.
Although secure in her purpose; she’s shattered throughout the day.
Andrea Joseph’s blog is Cherry Wonder Pop
