I wish the word “closure” could magically close off all
emotions and sentiments. I wish that one
word could erase all the years of life I wasted, but I can’t. Did I truly waste
those times though when I had an unwilling partner to stand by me? Instead, I’ve come to find a new life that I
love and cherish, but the past haunts me still.
Memories flood into my mind and confound me, but yet my present state of
existence frees me.
I can explore the world as I want and will. Nothing and no one holds me back. A part of me smiles inwardly at that. The other part of me exists in a state of sorrow
and torment. What would God have me do?
I hang my head in shame when I ask that question to myself. I have debaucheries that exist within that
world of reasoning and my disemboweled hopes/dreams that I could be loved truly
and unconditionally by another person.
Those thoughts have become a fairy tale that only Disney could
tell.
I’m at a bittersweet moment in my life. I love what I have, but I miss what could’ve and
should’ve been. Promises made, hopes,
dreams, plans that are now just a slab of concrete weighing heavily on my heart
and mind into the middle of a still lake.
I guess It’s ironic in a way – or at least sarcastic. My life has become a sequence of
Shakespeare’s plays; happy, sad, morose, revenge, feelings of inadequacy…yet, I
cannot hate. I wish I could despise
those whom have caused my heart to change so much. Perhaps that is my downfall. I don’t have the ability to hate because that
is the one thing that hasn’t changed in my soul. I love everyone and everyone I meet seems to
be drawn affectionately to me. Why?
Yet, one of my children are the same way. He is always forgiving and loving and
kind. When he is hurt, he turns the
other cheek. O, how I wish I could be quite the same as he. He may look like his father, but that is
where the similarities end. Honestly,
I’m quite thankful for that although it will cause him pain when he loves
someone so much and that person abandons him.
I guess we all have to learn self-strength.
In this day and age of a pandemic when we are all encapsulated
within our homes, it is so tough to work through anything. In my line of business as a nurse I see women
who have become pregnant through the pandemic and then regret it because of the
implications of bringing the child into the world during this chaos. “Chaos,” something that most of my generation
never would have expected and can’t be comprehensible by the masses. Society has become a mesh of masks, social
distancing, and utter loss of acceptance by others. After all, who knows who has been exposed or
not?




