A new beginning in the middle of an old one...
I can't even sigh because of the pain in my chest, my eyes are sore from searching for nonexistent tears and my neck is cramped into one big knot.
And in the midst of that sick image, I'm rising again!
When the true truth hits deep inside and blots out the false truths spoken by those voices inside and outside, it's like a sunrise right in the middle of the storm.
Raindrops are falling outside...and instead of dreading the cold, the wet, the dark, I can only just sit by the window, like a little child by the oven awaiting for the cookies to be taken out, and hold my breath in expectancy for that promised spectacular sunrise that'll hit any second now!
I refuse to close up and whine!
...wanna come sit by me and hold my hand? There's an extra cover on the couch...