Costume Change, New Script, New Stage, Curtain Call.

How often do we look at a strong person and see the weaknesses that lie beneath? Those silent cries for help? 

How often do we look at a happy person and see the sadness that lurks beneath? The broken pieces that piece the smile you see?

Maybe there isn't a strong person or a happy person. 

Maybe we are all actors and actresses choosing which role we want to play.

Perhaps it is time to step out of our comfort zones, to embrace the other side of us. 

For the strong, to release their armour. 

For the happy, to relax their smiles.

For the weak, to step out and charge forward.

For the sad, to piece together a smile with what they think are 'broken' pieces of their life.

Costume change, new script, new stage, curtain call.

It is time to show the world another you and let them embrace you. 

Big Knotted Mess

Today as I sit down to write, there are no words. 

No words to describe the ache in my heart, no words to articulate my thoughts.

It is all a big knotted mess. 

The Heart Beats On

The ache in the heart won't disperse.

The tears won't flow.

They say those without tears suffer so much more. 

At this moment as I lie down to rest a little from a sleepless night, I heard and felt my heart beating steady and strong. And I know though I'm hurting, I am alive and well. The heart is not broken, it is beating still. It is just temporarily in pain. 

4 Strikes to the Core

The big wide world, the small person.

4 strikes to the core. How much longer will it hold.

The pulling pain, the desperate need to hold it up. 

Will we ever make sense of the universe?Nothing but a passerby in this world?

At the end, what matters?