How hard, to admit to someone who cares for us,
that things in our neck of the woods are not going that well. To trust
ourselves not to unburden in a flash flood all that engenders our overwhelm .
But rather ,to realize that confiding this is ,in itself, the hardest thing to sit with.
The act which makes what is happening real, to our selves.
Our reticent admission that , despite our incessant cultivation of our own determination and tenacity, we find ourselves in need. It is then that we are reminded of our years of strength, of offering support to others , of it being just what it is . That each of us stood and extended help to others , never fully believing that we ourselves in fact will be in need, at some unerring future time.
But rather ,to realize that confiding this is ,in itself, the hardest thing to sit with.
The act which makes what is happening real, to our selves.
Our reticent admission that , despite our incessant cultivation of our own determination and tenacity, we find ourselves in need. It is then that we are reminded of our years of strength, of offering support to others , of it being just what it is . That each of us stood and extended help to others , never fully believing that we ourselves in fact will be in need, at some unerring future time.
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