Yearning to understand why a life once without purpose should exist. |
Some days I don’t believe, today is one. Tomorrow who knows I wonder if its obvious even without words how often in the past few years I don’t know why I am here, why I breathe, or what purpose is left? I seem to just exist. I have no home to call my own and even when I did just months ago, I did not feel it was my home. Where is home, where should it be? Far away from here where I am alone, more so than of late? Is it obvious to those who know and even those who don’t that for a few years I often post encouragements more for me of how I wish or know I should be or feel? I am so tired, tired of waking everyday pretending to believe my hopes and dreams could really be. I so want to believe that I will and love will also be. To be at home and not so terribly lonely. I often don’t believe and don’t know why I am here or why I still breathe. The lonely in me some days cuts sharp, they are not seen, they do not bleed yet they are there stinging, throbbing, wanting to heal, wanting to believe. I love so deep, I care so real. I want so much to believe dreams and wishes can truly be real. PegiAnne 7/28/10 |