For some reason, this post came up on my reading list tonight. Something to think about.
She was tired. She’d been here before. It was a place she’d seen enough of that it’d worn a groove on her soul. And it made her weary. Hope had become a tricky thing. Trust too. The past year had left her sitting in the dust, carving her desires and emotions into the dirt where they belonged. She’d lost the will to pour herself into something beautiful. She’d never known her heart to be so hard before. It was terrifying. And shameful. Her rage fo … Read More