Even when I’m laughing, I’m crying in some small part of me–
the part that sees the light, but feels the dark press over my shoulder.Close.
Sure steps are only as sure as this fragile moment,
for life is fractured, tenuous, and
those who forget are lost.
Even when I’m laughing, I’m crying
for redemption.
Beautifully lit snow.
Thank you!
I can relate to what you have written.
Some days are darker and some days are filled with more laughter. Life.
Beautiful poem. I certainly can relate.
Thank you.
I wish you more days filled with laughter.
Thank you. I would not mind that shift of balance.
This made me cry…for you , for me, for everyone who feels the “press” (not every person can, the Lord gave some this gift…it has taken me years to see it as a gift, a double edged sword, a blessing and a curse)
Makes me long for “home.” I saw my folks and theirs get tied less and less to possessions as they got older, and now I understand why.
I relate.
Yes.