Simplifying The Complex

CooperSprings

There were moments that I would spend in the dark, weeping, feeling as though the world was an open place, far and wide, but I was caged within my comforter unable to touch even my feet to the floor. To move forward would do nothing but propel me back into the heart of my prison. There was no going beyond the front door.

When I convinced my heart to leave my shell of a bed, regardless of my desires to whither away, I would ease down the creaking stairs and turn towards the unkept kitchen, the length of the hallway always seeming unnecessarily long. I could not do much, but I could create, share, and enjoy... This was my solace.

Now I have left.

My heart is the wind, my feet follow unknown paths, and my mind is sharp.
My body moves, creates, engages.

To weep is but a moment of grief, a simply reverence for the pain, a point of recognition and acceptance. Then I move on. I move and move and move. Life is not a stagnant pool, drowning you in its sorrows. It is birth and death and rebirth.

I have lost 40 pounds of the 100 I would like to.

But I have gained so much more.