Tell me why when the change I've longed for comes, I'm too afraid to move.
Tell me why leaving a place I've grown to hate turns my stomach into knots.
Tell me why I'm nervous of something I know is right beyond all doubt.
Tell me why when I look around and see the things I'm leaving, the things I want to leave, I cling with every fiber of my soul, desperately searching my memories to make sure I'll never forget.
Tell me why when my faith is so strong for those that need to lean on me, inside I'm shaking and frightened.
Tell me why I hurt so bad when this is what I wanted.
Tell me why when I stare at the tacky decorations and the dusty shelves and the piles of paperwork, I already miss it.
Tell me why the frustration this place has brought me turns to nothing but good memories.
Tell me why the past must pass.
Tell me why we keep moving even when we don't want to.
Tell me why fear is engulfing me.
Tell me why I feel so bad.
4 Comments:
Fear. Fear of change. Fear of the unknown. Fear of inadequacy. Fear of insufficiency.
Welcome to the human race, dear. In overcoming fear do we prove we are able to stand above it all.
Good luck. We're all in this together. Ain't none of us getting out alive, either.
I know you love Will, and I'm certainly impressed with everything I've heard about him and yet...to paraphrase Carly Simon...I'd like to see you be just you first, by yourself...
And having said that, you know I support you in whatever you do, Lily.
XO
Judi
Ditto with Wil and Emmapeeldallas. Love you so much Lilly. You are very special. Contentment and inner peace are not a destination...they come in and out of our lives and that is how we learn to appreciate it when it visits and work to rewelcome it when it steps away. XXOO -E
Hi Lily, just catching up on your journal. I'm back; silly me, I started another journal. lots of changes happening with us. Are you moving? or is it your parents' business moving? Can't quite figure it out with what I've read.
betty
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