“I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, 

those who keep silence hurt more.”
― C.S. Lewis

Every word you said seems to be like a knife

that would stab through the heart

There's times you raise me up,

higher than a mountain

There's times you pushed me down,

deep down into a well with no way out

11/09/2012

Now, as I walk down the road.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I pretend I don't see it.

 I can't believe I am in this same place.

 But it isn't my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson

I :
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.


II :
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in this same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.


III :
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I fall in...it's a habit...but my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.


IV :
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.

V :
I walk down a different street.