"I am a believer," I repeat, loudly. Convincing no one.
My doubts rise higher as my heart sinks lower into the pits of what feels like numbness encased in ice.
Like a limb that sleeps, it will tingle, annoying me at first until it feels like needles puncturing over and over...
We know that feeling.
And until the blood flow returns, there is nothing to be done.
I cannot escape this reality.
It is mine, and I’ve chosen to share it with no mortal being.
My burdens are not theirs. They never have been and never will be.
They sit with their beautiful bewilderment as they dig deeper into the maze of disappointment that is my soul,
hoping that with any luck, the next left turn will take them to my heart...