Your story isn’t calm.
The road has been chaotic at times, filled with detours and rain and loss so sudden and soon.
Sometimes the bliss was so elevated your heart could hardly hold it.
Sometimes it was maddening to have, and then to lose.
You learn soon enough that it hardly ever goes as planned
– gentle, easy, and smooth.
But that my friend is what makes us fascinating.
You have something to tell
Something you’ve walked through.
Something wild.
Something courageous.
Something true.
You are made of stories within stories within even more stories.
Those quiet depths you.
-Victoria Erickson-
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