me

This is me.  I am so lost in my own bubble I can hardly breath. It warps my vision of my self and my life. I cry and rail against it.  I beat my fist against the walls in silent frustration. I want to burst this bubble, but I am so afraid of the fall.

My world is changing so fast.  I want my children to stay and never leave. I don't want to be their Pooh Bear.

  I want my husband to love me like he did when we were young.  With passion and pride.  I want to know we can continue to grow and make our dreams come true.

I want dreams.  I want to be more than this existence.  I want to write my words and make the world feel something.

I'm paralyzed, frozen.

This is me reaching out.