TM49

My History Of Familial Incest
2021-01-18 15:16:39 (UTC)

Threads


My journey is this tattered thread with little streams winding off in different directions.
There are threads of loneliness.
There are threads of possibilities.
There are threads of apathy.
There are threads of grief and loss. This is the biggest one.
Sometimes, there are even threads of calm.
Everyday I get up and pull one or more of these threads. Little tugs are better than sharp unravelings. To many of the threads have pain dangling on them and if I spend to long at them it decides how my day will go.
So I breathe deeply and I focus and I go on with the day at hand, carefully weaving and knotting what needs to go together and hoping that by the end of the day it's a tidy square and not a pile of dirtied fabric sprawled in my lap.
I am still here. Maybe that in itself is miracle and, I think I want to go on.
Many days that's not so but today it is. I want to go on.
-TM




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