Posted by rosemary
How is it possible that I am able to keep going when I feel so broken? My lungs feel shattered, yet I breathe. Somehow life keeps moving; I must go along or be swept away.
Do I choose death over dying?
Death would be quicker, but too final. I’ve hurt before – badly…yet I have smiled after.
I think I will hold on – knowing that “joy comes with the morning.”