The hurt that lives in the pit of my stomach
It is real
And it does not exist
It is in the past
And It is always present
It is dead
But it lives on
It is me
And it is so, not me!
It leaves me exhausted, uncertain and at times desperate.
It also feeds my absolute certainty, that I am not only that!
That there is more
That I can survive it!
That the rest of me is so alive!
That if I keep on looking,
I will find it.
So the determination rises.
And as I move with that determination,
There is but one conclusion,
More of Me!
Dora 25082016
