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Ashamed. Failing and flailing. Lost as how to fix what I cannot feel.
All of the joy trapped beneath the pain. Never good enough to grasp a hold of all that I could be.

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Anonymous said…
But you CAN be so much more than this. Words are extremely powerful and the more you write about the darkness and fear in your life, the easier it is to believe. Can you imagine if you wrote poems that were about fighting against those negative voices in your head or searching for joy or empowering yourself to rise above all of this? Where are those poems? Being happy is a choice. Being fulfilled is a choice. Being free is a choice. Even if you have demons to battle, you can still make a choice against that. If you only write about how you feel defeated than that is what your life will become. To be healed you need to write about that and believe it. To be happy you need to write about that and believe it. Dark words will leave you in the dark.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Roxie said…
Excellent use of economy of words.
"Never good enough to grasp a hold of all that I could be" resonates with me.

Roxie
You are invited to sign the Recovery Wall
http://recoveryrocks.today.com/recovery-wall
Friday, March 13, 2009
Bing Yap said…
Angela, if and when you are ready, i am willing to extend my hand to you and lead you out of the dark. Just believe that you can overcome this. No timetable... feel the love around you. Life is beautiful. Take my hand when you are ready.

Much Love,

Bing (",)
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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