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5:32 A.M. - Thursday, May. 15, 2008 For the most part during my time alone I feel content, I like getting up when I want to, no worrying the TV is too loud if I stay up late, and I can eat a bowl of cereal if I don't want to cook�with no guilt. I have to be careful though, ever so often I'll look over my shoulder and see my life on the mountain, I'll see the horses in the field, I begin to feel the weight of sorrow and I realize it is too soon to open the back door. I walk over and close it, shut the past out, for now I need to protect myself from memories that still haunt the nights. Before now, the door would not close and I would find myself sitting at the entrance searching in and out not knowing where I fit in. It seemed like nowhere for the longest time. I had to set goals, I wrote them one day while lingering between past and present. These I feel are my little ships on the horizon: My goals are within reason for me to able meet them, no more disappointment this year. I still feel my mood shift but not extreme high and lows, a gentle shift that I can control. I feel it when I think about filing for divorce, when the phone rings and I worry it might be him, and when a letter comes with his stamp. I don't want to hear from him, see him or read his letters, I want the back door closed there is such a beautiful view out front. Sandyz.
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