Power Cord

Picking up pieces of my heart and trying to hold them together without losing my cerebral faculties; it's exhausting. I feel like I'm walking on a tight rope called life. I look down and can't find a safety net yet. But the pieces of puzzle of my life are finally coming together and are in one place. At least now, I can juxtapose them in a more coherent fashion; then and now.

My heart's power cord is finally plugged into it's rightful place, the universe; not my ego or or other's.

The power is back on; the power of self-love; This Will not be squandered ever again.

Holding hands

Wrestling the inner demons

and finding the determination from within to fight for long-held dreams

and to never give up

~however impossible it looks right now~

seems a less difficult task

when there is someone beside me

to hold my hand along the way.

“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing.

Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.”
~August Wilson~