Dark Wood

I received chocolate today from a man I went to have tea with. It was sweet of him but after I came home I began to struggle with this journey I am in. I am walking out something inside myself that I am trying to figure out. It feels like dark wood of a lone tree growing slowly toward the sun. The rough places in my heart cry for light of the sun to reveal the truth in me. Dark wood protects this tree of my heart. There is hope. When I was younger I did not care about the feelings of others as I went after what felt good at that moment but now I choose to tread carefully with those who are set before me. I honor them and I will do my best to be honest with them as I am with myself. This is new to me, to try to weigh out what is best for me and in the process to be true to what I feel and to be able to express those feelings to another. This is the process of life, honor, respect and agape love.