Grieve Read Count : 32

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I was told endings are just new beginnings.... 
yet somehow, they always feel like endings. 
I was told there’s no such thing as breaking.... 
but what if I’m tired of bending?

Sometimes I struggle to see the silver lining because I’m focused on the clouds. 
But that doesn’t mean that it’s not there. 
Like a layer of sand blown away by the wind, the buried treasure is eventually revealed. 
The beauty never leaves, it’s simply unnoticed until I shift. 

So how do I shift? 
I feel.

I feel it so deeply that I no longer fear it. 
I feel it so fully until it is no longer a stranger. 
The feeling is there, wanting to be acknowledged. 
It desires me to see it and open myself to it. 

Because there’s a lesson in it. 

I call it in and it’s simply doing it’s job. 
No amount of avoidance will ever bring completion, only suffering.

So I won’t give up on feeling. 
It’s the antidote composed of the venom. 
No matter what I feel, how much it hurts, or how scared I am, 
I'll remember there’s a silver lining somewhere.

And the shift is on the way.


  • great

    Oct 04, 2019

  • Achingly Beautiful, Zee. ---hug---

    Oct 04, 2019

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  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Another great display of wisdom🦋Terrific 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

    Oct 04, 2019

  • Felicity  Cordova

    Felicity Cordova


    Dec 30, 2019

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