was driving home from work today.
and a song started playing from my
switchfoot cd i burned years ago.
midway through the song
an answer i'd been seeking
for quite some time
made itself known.
everything became clear.
it was like getting a cast removed
after 8 weeks of recovery.
the freedom of confinement
but at the same time
the therapy began.
[a lot of] times the hardest thing
is the right thing.
and as I drove down 146th street
the fall leaves had just started changing.
the sun had just started setting.
and in my mind
I was dreading the end of that song.
Once it was over,
that freedom feeling would end.
and the ache would set in.
Fighting.
This is what my heart and mind do.
constantly.
Until the breaking point.
And tonight it was met with a song.
My mind has won this one.
So that my heart may win in the long run.
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