I’ve never felt more lost than when I chose to let go of a love that no longer served it’s purpose. In freeing myself from its grasp I found that I was happy surrendering to its bondage and being held captive in its embrace. I had gotten used to the feeling of enduring it’s pain and although now I’m physically unrestricted by its clench; my heart is still enslaved, unable to find stability, unable to gain rest . Maybe I’m not free after all….
Just A Thought