“It’s not my capacity to love that hinders me,
it’s the waiting for some inevitable tragedy
that may never come.”
It felt like filling up with helium and my heart was nothing but a balloon. But I waited for the burst. One, two, three seconds go by and nothing changes. It’s not my capacity to love that hinders me, it’s the waiting for some inevitable tragedy that may never come. That is where the pain resides. In doubts. In broken dreams. In the past that has taught us about heartbreak and loss.
© Sarah Doughty
Sarah Doughty 
Ah yes, my biggest fear and the reason why there’s usually a cocoon around my heart.
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Wonderful ❤️
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Thank you!
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You’re Welcome
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💓
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Thanks, lovely.
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Nice way to write uncertainty! Yes, the not-knowing when it will turn on you and destroy your castle in Spain. So instead of just enjoying the landscape as happy tourists we find ourselves ever tilting at windmills.
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Yes, exactly. Thank you, as always, Sha’Tara!
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Stunning imagery!
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Oh, thank you, love!
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You’re welcome!
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There is always a cloud behind every silver lining. Lovely write
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Yes, indeed. Thank you, my friend.
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Waiting for the other shoe to drop…
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Exactly. It’s a horrible feeling that never really goes away.
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Amazingly introspective! Do you think it will ever be overcome?
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With enough time, perhaps. But I’m not sure if it will ever truly be gone.
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Same here. Things are finally settling down around us but I’m still holding my breath
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I understand exactly what you mean. Thank you for the kind words.
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