Feeling It

No soul goes without being touched by pain, heartache, anxiety and all those other immense unmeasurable feelings that runs through our bodies and minds as we maneuver and cope through our daily walk.

Those moments of being cut so deep where we feel there is no recovery or chance of rebound. Those days where we seem to be walking through them as if in a deep sleep. Those moments that we are rattled out of a pure paradise of peace into a plummeting all-consuming panic. Our bodies pulsate as the sensations form within the brain traveling through every single nerve right to the pounding racing heart which assures us of our worst fear that we must be dying only to look in the mirror and see there is no exterior panic present.

Wounds are peculiar...some are fresh and raw others have walked ever present through the months which turned to years feeling as if just stricken by them.

Our hurts are real, the pain is alive...sometimes others know exactly what we mean - as their paths overlap ours and at times we have all walked out from a storm and into the light...just to find that it is still night. From darkness do we ever escape? We do - we step in and out of the light, as we know shadows can always be found casting that shade upon us no matter where or when...it comes upon us somewhat unexpectedly expected.

While some hurts have just formed...others do not heal because we fail to leave them behind us where they belong - we place them in a small box and push them deep in to the back of the closet of our soul....where we fear to tread yet despite that fear, we are drawn to them over and over again opening up the box time after time, as though we are never certain what to expect each time we lift that weighted lid. No dust can gather on what continues to be touched and on that which is not forgotten nor released.