My present is so unforgiving of my past that I worry about my future. Who am I during these times? Questions of a troubled woman with a golden soul. Questions I have no answers to. My mind will not let me be silent in thought. My knees are scarred from prayer and my tongue is numb from speaking my heart. The past will not let me forget and the present agreed. I still love to wake up each day with hope and appreciate every breath….shall I breathe in? Today is like no other my dreams are still the same and so are my fears. I have no time to cry or dare to show my pain I’m afraid….I’m indeed afraid.
Written By: Kimberly Reynolds