Let me love you
It had been dark for too long
All her thoughts, actions came from bleakness.
Darkness inspired her, she was addicted to the darkness, the sadness, walls closing in,
Darkness made her creative, just like self-flagellation in her futile attempt to atone for unknown sins, vileness, depravity.
When you are lost and alone
And your words seem locked in your head
When you have so much to say
But life has painted you in a corner
When the only way you know how to deal
Is put your words on paper
And a little “birdie” whispers in your ear
Medium is where you need to be
When the first piece you read is by one Tamyka Bell
And you immediately realize it is safe here, you are home
Freedom to breathe and to be
And though I have never met you, thank you for your words, for the inspiration.
Thank you for writing and thank you for the inspiration
We are beyond broken.
This relationship has run its course
You cheated and lied, you pushed me away.
You hurt me so much, I hurt you back.
One of us needs to recognize that it is not going to get any better.
There must be someone out there, who will inspire you to do what you could not do for me.
I am wishing that for you; Love, happiness, devotion, fulfillment, growth.
but first, let me go. You have to let me go.
I am a thirty something year old woman who cannot deal right now because she has separation anxiety.
I have always claimed that my 10 year old son cannot deal with being separated from me. But shipping him to grandma’s house for three weeks to “teach him how to cope with being away from me” seems to be working against me. It has been one and a half days and I miss him terribly. I have called countless times and he is fine. I find myself resisting the urge to pick up the phone and call him because truth is, if there was any concern I would receive a call first.
Now, I still have another three odd weeks without my baby, what am I going to do with myself?