Weighted by worries, pelted by stones
Still searching for diamonds
My world is much smaller, cluttered with things I never imagined I would need
The same person who raced through countries carrying as little as possible now packs a bag to leave the house.
Walking stick, hearing aids, glasses and a suitcase filled with embarrassment.
The reflection in the mirror has lost something, her spark, her fire, her dream.
Yet today I choose to gather those stones, thrown to hold me back and build a foundation for another life, a life not less, just different.
And while sifting through those stones, I may find enough diamonds to decorate a crown.
Still searching for diamonds
My world is much smaller, cluttered with things I never imagined I would need
The same person who raced through countries carrying as little as possible now packs a bag to leave the house.
Walking stick, hearing aids, glasses and a suitcase filled with embarrassment.
The reflection in the mirror has lost something, her spark, her fire, her dream.
Yet today I choose to gather those stones, thrown to hold me back and build a foundation for another life, a life not less, just different.
And while sifting through those stones, I may find enough diamonds to decorate a crown.
