Pain

14 December 2016

The pain of my trauma is lingering again.  Like a visitor who stays far beyond their welcome.  I wish I could shove this visitor out the door.

But I have little bright places and people that I turn to. There is this one local clothing store I found with really bright, happy lights. There is this one aisle at the library that holds the books of all my recent favorite authors. There is this one uplifting Instagram account. And now, one rolly little blue-eyed baby!  These brighten me up, straighten me out.
And there's always Ryan's fancy sweet potato fries.

Upward and onward,






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