Wish my heart would stop beating
Me up
Wish my head would follow
My heart
Wish this wasn't
So complicated
Wish I could
Make sense of it all
Wish I felt I had a place
In my own life
Wish I could find the page
Where I left off
You took me down
To build me back up again
Dragged me around
But all by my own doing
This story I'm writing
Could be called fiction
Though waking up is hard to do
Falling asleep's impossible too
Trying to put
The pieces back together
Feeling hopeless
But hopeful
Lost and searching
For some new light in this dark tunnel
In the battle of shidduchim, I am a warrior. Every day is a fight for sanity, for clarity, and peace of mind. This is an uncensored account of my shidduch trials and tribulations –– the often emotional, sometimes poetic, confessions of a shidduch dater –– my colorful musings and reflections from behind the lines.
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