After a while she just sort of melted into the floor.
No, must…keep…going…
She was tired and wanted it to be over, but there was still work to be done.
Sometimes people are broken. Sometimes they don’t want to go on. Sometimes they just want to lay down and let whatever they were running from catch them.
But…
Sometimes it’s not just themselves they’re running for. Sometimes they have to keep going even if it means a continuance of the cycle of pain and suffering and wanting it to just end once and for all!
She pulled herself back up, planting her feet underneath her on the ground and used the momentum from swinging her body up and into a standing position to propel herself forwards.
One foot…then the other…must…keep…going…
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Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
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Thank you, I’m honored.
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You’re welcome!
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Been there…love this poem.
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Thank you, I’m glad you like it. Yes, I’ve been there too, a lot lately it seems…
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“Melting into the floor…” nice!
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(*grins*)
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