I accidentally deleted my last post, pushing delete instead of edit. This devastated me and when I realise what I had done, my heart started pounding. The sweat instantly came on and I felt my anxiety dizziness. It wasn't because I had deleted the post as such as I knew I could just repost it, it was because I had posted that particular post on my and my twin's birthday and I knew I couldn't repost again on that day.
I want to thank @lovenotes_from_carolyn for your wonderful assistance, I am very grateful. Your kind reply was reassuring even though it confirmed what I had suspected which was the post could not be recovered. I reposted the deleted post and my nerves calmed down, my heart went back to normal pace and the sweat evaporated.
I know that anxiety can start over the smallest things. This is how I felt over a simple deleted post. I can only sympathise just how much the souls are feeling, that have lost their lives, entire homes and everything they have worked for to the fires in Australia. Not as simple as reposting. My most heartfelt empathy and sympathy goes to those souls and to the men and women who are fighting against the flames.
Thank you @thesparklingpoetry for this beautiful challenge . My title is no .3 - Starlight over your blind eyes
Starlight over your blind eyes , I gazed Resplendency enlaced on your face Tonight it's moon's bewildering silence Cricket's chirp , fireflies' flickering twist Beauty dazzling in dark and mist .
Tomorrow when dawn will descend At night's farthest end Gold will melt , stars will mingle in brightest horizon Venus will set its position amidst welkin's blue I'll be there eagerly waiting for you.
Gleam of jocund will surpass tears of sorrow Shades of vibrance will drape nature with glow Eminence of purity will reveal in aura of air Mist and fog will overlap to hide us in romancing zephyr Our longing will end in a never-ending tryst Twilight bride will shyly blush and kiss.
Part 4 On 5th Jan 2020, the first Sunday of the year, I didn't go to the church. I know for sure that I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Because if I had gone, my story would have been very different.