I could climb to the top of a towering gumtree and let the
words drift away on the wind.
I could dive beneath the depths of rippling water and the
words would float away on a wave
I could fly through the sky and the
words would fall like rain around me.
The words are what hurt and the words are what's real. For a writer and a lover of words - the irony is that the pain is within those words.
When is a mother not a mother, the answer is - never! Some days the pressure relents a little and I take a breath and enjoy the calm. On the other days I seek to climb, run and soar to avoid the words. Only then can I ignore what's going on in my world.
Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace. ~ Buddha