It is like there is a before and after. There is a distinct break between the "before" me and the "after" me.
I feel like a leafy branch that has been broken off of a bush. Someone has grasped the branch tightly at one end and pulled their hand to the other side, stripping the branch of all its leaves in the process. I am that bare branch without it's leaves, having let go of so much. Maybe there are a few more leaves here and there yet to let go of.
Maybe I am supposed to grow new leaves? I hope so.
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