I am consistency, I am plural. I am my own keeper.
Today I’m falling and once again I’m my own embrace. I’m the soft cocoon that catches me when I tremble, when the stones in my path trip me until I can try to step onto them once again.
Yesterday I hurt and it was me who bled onto paper until healing came. It’s me who spilled out words only I could ever know the meaning of until I felt a release.
Tomorrow I’ll cry and fall into an abyss, and in that hollow place my us will be there to save me.
That’s worth the caring. I’m worth my utmost care.
Okay so I’m going back to this challenge since I have loads of time to focus on blogging again after quitting my job (I have tried writing about it and it will take a couple posts). So hello blogverse.