Once upon a troubled time I had a hurricane in my mind I didn’t know who I was What I wanted or who I loved
Old painful feelings I thought were gone Came out from hiding Incredibly strong
I was in tremendous pain Someone had to be to blame I looked around, all I could see Was the woman who had married me
I felt that I was sinking low I didn’t know which way to go I had to reckon with my past To build a future that would last
God ran with me in the race Healing every broken place Always repeating the same refrain Until it overcame the pain
“Love yourself, as I have loved And forgive yourself, as I forgave Then you’ll know My peace and will Cause the hurricane to still”
I wrote this poem a few months after bd. I wanted to write something of what I imagined a MLC was; but also give encouragement that it would over someday. I know my husband was in terrible pain; he couldn't work or concentrate and his blood pressure was sky high. I would so rather be the LBS than the MLCer. My pain was terrible, but to not know who you are has to be terrifying. I wish I could do a rewrite of the MLC script!
Me: 57 H: 58 M: 35 T: 38 3 Grown Children; 2 Grand Girls BD: July 2019 He left: January 2020 Summer 2020: "Risen from the pit of despair"
