Wonderful You

People are noticing; they are talking about how I am becoming, evolving, growing, into myself; finding things I lost; remembering the person I used to be before I was gone, before I slipped into the abyss.

Before I broke.

When I would giggle too much and for no reason about everything and nothing, and when my eyes were constantly laughing because my soul was free.

When I stepped out into the world feeling absolutely sure of my place in it.

When I moved from minute to minute knowing I was adored.

When I looked into the future and saw only light.

When my subconscious played reel upon reel upon reel of happy possibles as my eyes closed to the world so I woke to the joy of remembering the dance of the still long moments between moments between moments.

When I knew I could do anything, not because, but because.

It was so long ago.

I forgot.

Life got intense, and things became difficult, and living was fraught with pain, and the shards of heartache were too hard to endure, and I preferred instead to shut it all away and build instead.

Moats. Walls. Fortifications.

A lack of bridges.

No doors.

I was so sure I would never need doors. I was so sure I could forego the bridges. I was so sure I would never let anybody visit.

And then you, wonderful you.

With all the force of a hurricane.

You don’t need bridges. You never use the door.

Stone, rock, brick, mortar, cement.

My old castle lies in ruins at your feet.

We build a new one instead. Together.

And you are putting in bridges that can’t be burned. Doors that can be opened and closed. Windows that let in the light.


Wonderful, wonder-filled, wonderful, you.



  • Emmanuelle Vaux-Lacroix 18th March 2016 at 2:30 pm

    Oh yay so you are in love and happy 😉 beautiful writing Xoxo Take care Emma

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  • The Hungry Mum 18th March 2016 at 4:28 pm

    welcome back. You have been missed. Your writing is exquisite. How wonderful that you are so happy x

  • Jeanne Wickens 18th March 2016 at 10:14 pm

    Elegant and moving


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