Wanting to make a difference, trying to be heard, I've spoken at length and, I fear I've pained some minds, eyes and ears, still, I insisted on sharing more, and more, and more. I’d apologise for being fixated, but, I am compelled, I want to share my truths, will they, have they made a difference? Could you relate? Were you moved? I know I need to pull back, drag drawstrings on the crazed kite that’s whipped so free, decrease the momentum, I need to drag, drag, drag, my words straight back to me. To corner them in a box, a private site for me alone, until I can assess what should be shared, not haphazardly at you thrown. Sometimes I share so I feel less alone, knowing that others are sharing my experiences, too, makes me feel like my varied path with its mistakes and pains may have more of a learning curve to ride and view. I cannot help that I’ve overloaded, but when I look back on my words, I’m pleased that I’ve shared, that I've opened up, perhaps to you, and to others, this has drawn us closer. Understanding to be allowed, interwoven, ne’er to be undone, these moments, experiences, truths of mine, recollected and digested together. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay
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