Some habits
are hard to break;
walls difficult to penetrate.
You are traveling uphill,
until you aren’t
and just like that,
a trigger;
a deja vu’ moment
and it is feeding time,
again.
Some memories
are engraved in the subconscious
where music still plays
that old song
that opens wounds,
sparks voices
saying you are never enough.
Hush the winds,
pick up the pieces
from all the places you fell
lay them down.
the weight is not yours
to carry.
Rest.
.
.
I am writing a poem a day from November 25- December 25th to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 27. . This is the 6th year that I have done this and it is a blessing. ❤ (I fell a little behind, but won’t quit.)
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