wildflower

This is my story; the story of how I lost myself in my marriage, cheated on my husband and learned to love myself again. My story is full of love, grief, passion, confusion, hate, depression, fear, loneliness, hope and probably every other emotion under the sun. May someone stumble upon this, learn from my mistakes and find hope.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Which?

I am dwelling in the red of life.
Remembering to take the path of love, not power.
Reassuring myself that God will deliver me from this prison.
Bitterness.
Frustration.
Hatred.
Useless self control.
Lust.
Frames of deceit.
Conditional.
Fractured.
Broken.
Where is this grace you speak of? Where is the joy of salvation?
You are a mystery.
Away with seeking.
Envelop me.

Deas vail.
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