What to do when the pinch hits?
You know the pinch, right?
It’s that painful moment when you wonder ‘why’.
For all the why’s that hit at exactly the same time, the pinch hits… Then the heart bleeds while it beats, and life slowly loses its purpose.
I know the pinch. I teeter in and out of its grip like a metronome. Never skipping a beat, always leaving it, finding relief from it only to return.
Today the pinch has me, but I hold on to the hope that tomorrow it will be gone.
And when it is. I’ll love love again, like and smile again – geniunely, without reserve. I look forward to this.
But till then, its me and the pinch, now an ally. My only friend.
Smiles for miles, the pinch and I.