Friends ask me, how am I doing. I’m reluctant to answer. It’s been so tremendously difficult. I’m devastated. I’m broken and sad. They say I’m strong, and God gives us nothing we can’t handle. Really? Because I’m done. I don’t need more tests of my strength. My levees are about to break, and what will be of me then. Is that what God really wants? God. God? The concept of God. I question His motives. I had enough. Just for a moment, I felt the joy of life. I felt happy and confident in my life and my choices. I had great faith and hope that all we be good. Both were my best friends. Were. I don’t know who or what is my friend anymore. Don’t have them close to me. I don’t feel it. The good ones have shut their door. Positive thoughts? Positive outlook? Positive life? There is no happy place here. No rainbows or butterflies. No stars or the Sun. They don’t exist, it’s an illusion … He was right.
Yours Truly,
– Broken Wings.