Sometimes one may feel like a fall leaf, blown to the ground caught up in the gusts of wind called life, being tossed to and fro…
You try to slow down, stop, halt, anything to discontinue this emotional feeling of being turned topsy turvy, uncontrollably…
You reach, you grasp, trying to feel for anything that is familiar…the sad reality is that nothing is familiar, safe, or even close to it.
STOP! You think in your loudest inner voice only to realize that the room is eerily silent and still…
Then as you try to slow your pace so that you are able to at least try, and get your footing, well you realize…
that nothing is the same, or normal or right and the world keeps moving.
Walking With My Forever Angel 