I have a counsellor - a lovely friend who said " we don't get to choose how we wake up" I am so very tired. But I cannot let myself return to sleep.. onwards.. with the caffein of hope.. a word i barely recognize. a word i cannot feel. But with the promise of a new day, i will breathe in, breathe out find my warrior pose and persevere
Faith Hope and Love, but the most complicated mess of it all is Love.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
- William Shakespear Sonnet 116
Although it is the blushing and butterflies that draws me
into the bliss of forgetful presence and racing hearts
It is the tempest that I want
the tears, the anger at the world, and all the hidden pieces that would
shatter someone else
This is what I long to know, and wish to have
His hand in mine and the sense that he will remain, but i think if i must choose
giddiness and giggling, or the steady flash of fire in the eyes
though it may come as a surprise
and though i wonder if I lie
I am certain I would choose the tempest every time
- Alison Hunting response to Sonnet 116
