It is now that I realize
even though I am no longer with him
my body and soul may be released
but the damage has been done
A major part of me remains to be healed
A major part of me is broke
My marriage may be over
Let the healing begin
Picking Up the Pieces…
Bittersweet. More memories placed on the shelf. ((hugs))
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I came to a stark realization this past week as I reflected over my life. It occurred to me that the scars of life are not actually meant to depress up or make us hang our heads in shame and regrets but rather like medals across the breast of a soldier, we should wear them with pride. They shout loudly, ‘I survived that which should/could have destroyed me. Though I have these many scars, I am still here, I still stand.’ ❤
Btw thanks for stopping by my blog.
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Always, I find the women here, as you say, it seems that those medals brought on by pain have also given us a beautiful wisdom. These lessons are bringing us closer to God. It is horrible that we seek him only when we are in pain, at least that was the case in my situation, but come to find out now I have a wonderful relationship when things are going ok, thats when I can give thanks and be grateful…thank you Miss Spark.
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I love these words, so honest and deep! This is very meaningful to me! take care, Robin
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