You know what, i feel better. i don't know what snapped, clicked or what the fuck ever, but it did. i lived through this the first time. i don't know how and i don't know why but i did. i'll be damned if i'll let it ruin the rest of my life. Damned if i will. Huge thanks to GP, Lili, watcher, and my sister Vanessa for carrying me when i was too weak to walk. Thank you to every reader who left me a comment, sent me an email, or said a prayer for me. i am eternally grateful. i have my act back together, and now i will move forward again. For today here is a poem GP wrote for me.
Phoenix
Again and again, fate knocks you down; opponent and referee, it starts the count.
Crowd on its feet, baying for blood; this world, unforgiving and uncaring.
Your corner is quiet, willing you silently; From the ashes you rise again and again.
i really appreciated this poem. For me it meant that someone saw that even if i do turn into a loony basketcase from time to time that they saw how hard i try. Even if i don't always succeed. Thank you, sugar.
