It is odd to feel the lion within me begin to roar. I can just see it in my head ... standing in the living room, facing the source of my frustration and roaring like a lion. What am I? I am a mess of emotions and impulsive actions. The sources change but the frustration remains. Is it something I carry with me?
I need to breathe. In and out. In and out. Slowly. Steadily.
So much potential for greatness, for happiness. So much potential for growth. All will be well.
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