3/18/2019

There is nothing poetic about healing

You loose time

It isn’t linear

The mess is overwhelming

We like to divide our days into good and bad

Was today good or was it bad?

Was it productive or not?

Is it fixed? Probably not

But what about the days of variation in the middle…

Neither here nor there

Some days serve as merely a means to the next day

In those days there is no victory but there is also no loss

It is a bridge meant to get you through one more day