My soul is bleeding
I love my friends, and I am very close to some of them. I feel them. When I thought about a friend today, this is what came to me. I absolutely love my friend, and would love to save her from her tears, but I can’t.
There are these days where my soul is bleeding. It is telling me that life is just the hardest because I must learn and grow. Somehow I did not know how bad my soul was bleeding until a friend told me. The moment she said the word the tears came running. They will not stop, but they are the voice of my soul.
My soul is speaking and I need to listen. It is telling me I am on the right path, and not far from my dream, but somehow it seems like I cannot reach it without my soul bleeding. I need to learn, to stop and be grateful. Why is gratefulness so hard and why can’t I just be satisfied and happy.
It seems like learning comes with tears. Every tear is a sentence from my soul, telling me to remember myself and be brave. Somehow I am brave and encouraging to? everyone but me. I know my work is about others but I seem to be lost in the process. Am I just put on earth to serve and not to be alive and happy? How can I be me and not die a little every day?
Tomorrow will be better; we promise, they keep telling me. And still my soul is bleeding. Where is the light and how can I get into it?
My fight is personal, where no one can come along, and nobody wants to.
This is words with power and I know she is better now.