Long time married people. Newly married people. Firstly married. Secondly married. Families with many kids. Families with one child. New families. Old families. Together families.
They're everywhere I look, surrounding me. And I took it for granted. My beautiful, sweet, pure, and perfect family. Now in it's place is this unfamiliar, broken mess.
What I see mocks and torments me.
So I fill the empty spots with extra. And busy. Lots and lots of busy. Until the busyness runs out. And then what?
And then I suppose I figure out how to make the proverbial silk purse out of a sow's ear. How to change my perception of beautiful. But I don't know how.
1 comment:
When you get a chance, take a look at what you've written so far. You're doing it. You're silk purse is a beautiful tapestry of all your feelings so far. Don't underestimate the healing and growth of the words that you have shared. Keep it coming. xoxo
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