Dear 3 a.m.
You and I haven’t visited in quite some time. I used to come to you a very sad and lonely and dejected girl. Now I come full of plans, ideas and music. I come to you wanting to steal a few more minutes to read blogs, read books, listen to new tunes.
3 a.m., I just went down the hall and stood over my husband. He’s quite sweet at night, sprawled out like a little boy. While my heart still has pangs and missings for my true little boy…..I know that life is better now. The now is better because I am no longer suicidal and sad and full of despair. I decided I wanted to go to college…and so I did. I graduate soon. I decided I wanted a house and so it was. I decided I wanted this chair facing the window towards the back yard and so it was.
3 a.m. this makes no sense to anyone but me….thanks for allowing me to visit without pain….it still amazes me.
Love,
Me
P.S. HEY 3 a.m. bless my little boy across town….I miss him.
“Let your soul be your pilot. Let your soul guide you and guide you well” – Sting
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