..Beating her in and out. And there flying free, Her dreams escape her now. As morning sun arises, And newness hollers, "Free!" Lies the skeleton of survival, No longer needed or in need.
In a few days, you have to leave for half the year. Tonight, it hit me hard. Our long nights snoring side by side, you on the chair and ottoman and me on the couch, are coming to an end.
My mental illness may challenge us, major medical issues challenge many relationships. BUT, they NEVER define them. We press on together, as one, even when one needs space and time alone.
Prompt Word: Consistent
Our hours are precious, and we can't allow the world and its problems to imprison us.