My life is not exactly as ideal as I would have wanted it to be. There were moments in my past that had truly been trying. I couldn’t say I escaped from those moments unscathed, for now I own some ugly marks that remind me of how battle scarred I am.
I just had a painful recollection of what had been. I wish I could print it here but I’d rather not. As it is, the recollection was probably a time to break down, or a time to weep. At certain points in one’s life, I think, tears are sticky and messy but necessary. Why? Maybe because there is a time to heal, and later….
a time to embrace, again.
Here’s thanking a very special person for that firm but soft shoulder to lean on.
Eileen C. Leyva 