wrote this three weeks ago
Monday, November 20th, 2006Frightened of the prospect that I just might fall again, I am now hiding literally and figuratively; trying to maintain a safe distance from a cliff that I have managed to cross, so many years ago…leaving behind in the awning gap, a feeling so sweet yet a burden so heavily felt
Ever so glad that though the cliff has been crossed, the mountain scaled; the bond that was once thought to be fragile has proven to be steadfast and strong, firm despite that sudden gust of the fiercely blowing wind, a bond that I so treasure and will forever keep
Admitting that though falling again would really be nice, it would also be a complexity that I don’t think I would be able to deal with, scared that the bond that has stood through the test of time might be sacrificed and things might change just because I allowed myself to fall and that my falling might be unwelcome
Remembering all that I had been through; all the joys that came along with giving up and becoming contented with what I can only have, knowing that it is one of the best things that not everyone has had the opportunity to enjoy; looking at the cliff, holding on tightly to the bond which is the only anchor that I have–so I won’t end up in the bottom of the cliff again and worse yet, alone…