Falling, flailing, flustered, forgotten.
The world swirling and spinning out of control.
Grasping, grappling, begrudgingly trudging along.
Smiling, happy facade,
like an old building with a coat of paint slapped on it.
Pretending, preparing, plotting.
How?
How to stop and recenter?
Breathe.
Breathe deep once,
twice,
thrice.
Don't hold it in too long.
Don't PANIC!
and so it begins again.
...
Everything just out of reach,
falling through my fingers,
Slipping past my eyes.
The earth falling out from under my feet.
Where do I go from here?
Crumpled on the floor,
no light in sight.
But there he is.
Standing in the doorway just out of reach.
Concern, captivating, capricious.
Hope.
What does that mean?
Am I capable of it?
Can my feeble mind even process such a concept?
Softly, slowly, speaking the words I need to hear.
Hope.
It is possible.
He makes it possible.
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Taylor Carter
Trying to flail my way through this world and be the best person I can. I'm a volunteer fireman's soon-to-be wife and a soon-to-be elementary school teacher. Stories about life, love and finding happiness!
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