Then the door slammed shut, and when I looked around, no one was there.
Am I just bat shit crazy, paranoid, or was I dreaming?
My heart began to race as my blood boiled.
Whose playing tricks on me, or is it just a guilty conscience?
Only heaven knows, as God is my witness.
Sitting alone in the dark, I question the things Iโve done in search of love and connection, releasing the guilt that has held me hostage.
I also sought closure for things done to me, which left me feeling ashamed and broken.
Guilt and shame left me wondering whether this is all that awaits me in this life.
Being haunted by the past, I struggle to release the trauma that invades my waking moments.
The trauma appearing out of the blue disrupts my sleep, resulting in nightmares.
Like a caged bird, I wait to release myself from fear and bondage. To soar beyond the grip of despair to a life of freedom, which I deserve.
My life was marred with one disappointment and betrayal after another,
a series of eye-opening experiences culminating in catastrophe after catastrophe, leaving destruction in its wake.
Yet, rising from the ashes, I was reborn into a world of intrigue and mysteryโa world where opportunity and innovation await.
And people who care about themselves also find that truly caring for others is not only genuine but also a calling.
Itโs truly possible to find happiness and joy by searching within!
Thanks, Lisa Joy, for this opportunity!
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Lovely, wise reflection. Thank you for responding to a prompt! โค๏ธ I appreciate the beautiful diversity we see every time people participate. None of the responses ever resembles another, and this adventure has blessed my life.
Thank you.