and it goes really well with what i was saying about my own voice.
maybe that is why i was so drawn to it.
credit goes to a 3rd grader, somewhere out there
who painted and wrote this
and now i am wondering about her
is she okay
"Courage is the hardest thing you’ll ever have to muster up.
It can also be the most important
quality needed in a very scary situation.
This small, fragile sprout represents courage.
It takes a lot of courage for such a helpless shoot to become a plant.
It must brave the elements every day.
I wish I were as couragous as this little sprout."
when she said "it must brave the elements every day"
must, meaning to me that again, not optional,
and sometimes overwhelming,
to choose to sprout,
to break the hard ground,
to grow toward the light,
even to expose yourself to more elements,
now the wind, the heat, the rain,
coldness of snow, and possible frost.
but the courage to do it,
to choose to grow.
i guess that is where i am right now.
trying to find my courage, my voice
and not wanting to feel so alone.
in a crowd, yet so alone.
loved, and yet so alone.
living lonely with the terrors in my mind.
in my closet, trying to break free