Fear
"You may be incredibly sad, sadder than you thought possible. You may be filled with fear for what is happening now, for what is yet to come." (Miller, 1995)
Now what? What do I have to do? The template that I have of life is no more. It changed when you left its design. I can no longer manufacture dreams from the same cloth. And the thought of starting all over fills me with dread.
I can smell the scent of fear - pungent, smothering, choking, stifling, strangling, and life obstructing. I feel a heaviness in my heart, an inconsolable wrenching sadness that paralyzes me from experiencing joy. I am afraid to move forward because I do not want to lose what I will have to leave behind.
Now what? What do I have to do? The template that I have of life is no more. It changed when you left its design. I can no longer manufacture dreams from the same cloth. And the thought of starting all over fills me with dread.
I can smell the scent of fear - pungent, smothering, choking, stifling, strangling, and life obstructing. I feel a heaviness in my heart, an inconsolable wrenching sadness that paralyzes me from experiencing joy. I am afraid to move forward because I do not want to lose what I will have to leave behind.