Just a drop of humanity in an endless ocean, and not a particularly good drop at that.
I mourn the girl I used to be, the girl who had so many dreams, so much potential...when did she die? I did not notice her passing, that much is certain.
The girl who used to be crazily in love with Jesus...where did she disappear to? Buried under tonnes of daily routine, crushed by the weight of heartaches and disappointments and a lack of focus in the right direction.
We grow into our shells harshly carved out for us by society, by expectations, by 'life'.
I mourn the girl I used to be, the girl who had so many dreams, so much potential...when did she die? I did not notice her passing, that much is certain.
The girl who used to be crazily in love with Jesus...where did she disappear to? Buried under tonnes of daily routine, crushed by the weight of heartaches and disappointments and a lack of focus in the right direction.
We grow into our shells harshly carved out for us by society, by expectations, by 'life'.
posted by sleepypurplepiglet at 1:53 AM
2 Comments:
i get what you mean sis..i find myself die too and i am in the effort to find her back..wish i could...i miss her too...
I like the first line - a drop of humanity in an endless ocean. . . . and not a particularly good drop!
I don think those dreams are gone - a quick recap and u will find them again. And bringing them before Him will give them new life. God has a great way of melding our dreams with His plan sometimes - if we seek Him.
=)
Good writing sis!
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