~patterns

I feel like I have no right to question what is going on 

I feel as though I shouldn’t be worried or concerned 

I’ve been here before too many times 

they say trust actions not words

someone once shared with me

trust the patterns…

I learned a lot from that one word, patterns…

patterns could always be trusted…

patterns were like clockwork…

sometimes the time frame was different, but the pattern remained the same….

why am I again amazed at the pattern…

it is exactly the same. 

someone please tell me how to severe this cord 

it’s lay dormant for a while

at times there’s a been a few tugs

now the draw has come back into play

I am not safe in my own soul…

once this tugging ensues I fear where I will go 

that is the hold that this cord has on me….

It seems that each time that I put more distance, more resistance , the cord gets snapped back into place