Saturday, November 21, 2015

Wet wool blanket

Sometimes she feels it come over her like a wet wool blanket. Cold and uncomfortable, heavy and suffocating.  She fights hard to throw it off. Only to get tired in the struggle  , she looses the fight on occasion and then regains her strength.  It's in the times when she is down that she is able to regain her composure, think about the next move to get her out of its grips.
Pain brings perspective it gives her the eyes and insight to see Joy... jmg 《♡》

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