Peace, Troubled Heart

I am more than the past that overwhelms me

Photo by Aleksandr Ledogorov on Unsplash

I have learned not to say that I’ve hit rock bottom: trap doors look deceptively like solid ground beneath my feet. To the laws of gravitation, I add my own: what is up will surely fall; perhaps, for an instant; perhaps, forever.

Things are better than they could be. And that…is something.

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Divorced, biracial woman | 23 going on 65 | Editor for Out of the Woods | I write to heal myself and others | Support me at https://ko-fi.com/aashaanna ❤

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Hope Rising

Hope Rising

Divorced, biracial woman | 23 going on 65 | Editor for Out of the Woods | I write to heal myself and others | Support me at https://ko-fi.com/aashaanna