emotional quicksand
As I walked along the path of my life, days were changing into months and months into years. The goals in my mind kept me distracted from the scenery around me. I did not notice the spring blossoms turning into summer flowers. Worse yet, I did not notice the ground beneath my feet growing soft and unstable. My footing slipped a couple of times and I stumbled to catch my balance. Still, I stayed focused on my thoughts and goals, neglecting the changes around me.
The ground grew softer until I began to sink with each step. The more I tried to gain my footing, the deeper I sank. Struggling in this emotional quicksand, I was too proud to ask for help. I made decisions too quickly, without thinking of how deep the quicksand could pull me down.
Now, I find myself stranded on my journey, buried in an emotional quagmire that may never release me. I call faintly for help, but am too ashamed for anyone to hear my cries. Deep inside, there is a small voice telling me that I deserve to be where I am and not to even bother with attempts to escape. It would be so easy to give into the warm embrace of this quicksand - to give up my struggle. Then I hear an even softer voice begging me to fight - to overcome….
Which voice is real? Which one should I listen to? Will the struggles of one woman even make a difference in this world? Or is it all just a hopeless progression of time?