tim's Bits and Pieces - 81. The Road You Cannot Travel

What powerful words, I feel your pain within them. Thanks for writing this tim x

This drew out so many emotions in me. Thanks for sharing it.

You have had a challenging road. The one thing I've noticed and admired is your ability to keep going.

You will always have footsteps beside you, even if they seem like a million miles away. 

Thank you for sharing part of your journey. ❤

I'm never that far away. I never will be. xo 

You carry me, riding on the back of your poem, along that dark road. My heart goes with you. 

much love, many hugs, mad respect xoxo

Heart or sad reaction is a tough choice. Finally settled on the heart since it's the thought I want to send you, along with as much hugs as possible. I'd carry you though the glass if I could and help you stand against the wind.

On 12/12/2021 at 5:06 PM, kbois said:

You have had a challenging road. The one thing I've noticed and admired is your ability to keep going.

You will always have footsteps beside you, even if they seem like a million miles away. 

Thank you for sharing part of your journey. ❤

it's a tiresome walk. more so lately.  lots of talking and raking up things rather well hidden but as the Doc says.. the more you say it here, the less you feel it out there.  He is usually right, and i'm doing better

On 12/12/2021 at 10:18 PM, Parker Owens said:

You carry me, riding on the back of your poem, along that dark road. My heart goes with you. 

Thanks Parker. i hope you are okay.

On 12/12/2021 at 11:14 PM, mollyhousemouse said:

much love, many hugs, mad respect xoxo

thank you .. i know you've had your own struggles  but you're never far away xoxo

On 12/13/2021 at 4:20 PM, WolfM said:

Heart or sad reaction is a tough choice. Finally settled on the heart since it's the thought I want to send you, along with as much hugs as possible. I'd carry you though the glass if I could and help you stand against the wind.

hello Wolfie .. thank you, i know you would xoxo   i hope you and he are both safe and well.

I experience a sliver of what you do. But it's enough; a glimpse of the dark is plenty enough. During those times for me, I crawl in on myself and hide, so it makes me respect that you go on. That you function, and work, and cook, and survive in spite of it.

I know it's hard in the moment to remember that you're loved. But you are. Whenever you reach out, you'll find a hand to hold.

Good poem, tim.

xo