There are days that I just can not pretend to be ok for one more second. The pain. The fog. The fear. The unknown. It gets the best of me, despite how hard I try to ignore it. It is in these moments that I fall apart.
I cry a personal brook, weeping myself into moments of inconsolable sadness. As I try to pull myself out of the despair, I think about all the people who have it worse, who are in their own part of the world crying their own personal stream………babbling to themselves that no one understands.
I visualize the tears of those who cry out for help………turning into streams………the streams all meeting up forming an ocean of tears…..
These tears are not seen by many, only those who live within the ocean, on an island of illness………..it is only when the winds pick up and the ocean gains strength enough to cry out do we really see the others who live here too.
But here in the ocean of tears, you find an abundance of life, completely different than what you would find on land – but beautiful just the same.
~ wendi is the author of two books, you can view them here.
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