Another one has passed.
Another year.
Another birthday.
I wish they wouldn't call it so.
Birth day.
Am I supposed to give birth on this day?
Am I supposed to be happy?
Feel free?
My birthday is a reminder of things I long to forget.
Of endless hours
that become days
that become weeks
that become months.
And all of a sudden, I am reminded.
Reminded of birth.
And renewal.
Reminded of my aging body
that cries for the painful throes
of its birthday.
4 comments:
Oh Soul Comfort...
Happy Birthday! A birthday is a celebration of a year gone by, with all its experiences and lessons learned and pain and memories...
And a reminder that anything, anything is possible in the next year. So much can happen...maybe, hopefully, this year will be the year that you get that which your heart and body desires. I really, truly hope you do...
And of course to celebrate the day that someone as special as you graced the world with her presence :-).
I wanted to say almost exactly what halfshared said, but I could never express it that well. So I'm just going to second that.
Happy Birthday!
I'm not either a huge fan of birthdays.
But now that you mentioned it..Happy Birthday.
I'm so glad that I just discovered this blog. You're taking all of my feelings and putting them into words...
Stay strong!
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