26 March, 2008

"so i put aside the masquerade and admit that I am not okay... "

i am foreign even to myself, scared and unsure of the steps i take, of what is supposed to come. i try to identify what's around me - and it comes out too simple, "sky. desk. friends. joy." but it is one step removed, removed like memories that are becoming fuzzy.

is this my life? i wonder aloud, shocked by my own voice.

is this me?



“...thank you, jesus, even when you see us just as we are, fragile and frail and so far from who we want to be. so, thank you, jesus even when the pieces are broken and small, dreams shatter and scatter like the wind. thank you, even then”

(nichole nordeman – even then)

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