If I look into this bear’s eyes, I see myself and feel his solitude.
I know I must try harder to pull myself together, but it gets harder.
Harder to do anything, but curl up on the sofa and close my eyes.
Eyes that are so tired of trying to see a way forward.
But, God bless me, I am still looking…
Looking for that magic something to bring me back to normal, to turn me into the person I once was. Sometimes I can feel something, something still struggling to stand up and be counted…
This post was not written just for me, but for all the lost and lonely souls out there, who are also struggling to stand up and be counted…
love always
Jaye 💕
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