Where There Is #377

We will say that to craft the life that we want, we must let go of the yesterdays and yet we have never been the type to be able to leave behind the energy that has found a home within us.

Not the moments themselves but their punches that force us to our knees in an ever-shifting loneliness that others do not understand. 

And their echoes that pile the art of our debris on top of us so that all that we can do is roll around in it.

Leaving us to wonder why the layers flooding our pages are taking us out while also continuing to write them in the very manner that has become so exhausting for us.

Because we were not just in those spots but instead came out enduring their weight and neither time nor wishes has lessened the heaviness that remains today.

What is the use of trying, then, if it’s hard to stay away from past weather and the wording of our hopes continues to be soaked by storms?

Here’s the thing, walking in shadows didn’t happen all at once and expanding our steps into the light won’t either, especially as that includes adjusting the right of way of past narratives.

So, sometimes we do have to go back for the parts of us that were left in despair in half-stories along our journeys.

Not for the moments themselves but to show those travelers that a lot has been asked of that they are worthy of being comforted because we are, not because we do. 

Not to interact with the dragons but for the sadness that has lost hope in the pause of us becoming who we wish we had in old things.

And to truly view what we have spent so much time not seeing straight because even tiredness has pockets of potential and strength despite not looking good in the mirror.

Where there is a moment, there is a memory with energy that really wants to be at home within us.

Where there is a memory, there is either a hope that it stays or one for it to go away.

Where there is a hope, there is always a light and that luminosity is the comfort that we offer to the selves that are still shut down from the moments of our suffering.

Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell