A page from my journal.
It’s when I’m alone with my thoughts that I’m the most vulnerable.
The silence is deafening when it surfaces feelings of heartache, sadness and worry.
In the blink of an eye, the days so carefully counted have reset back to zero. Leaving behind a familiar stranger named “flu”.
Reflecting on the warning signs reminds me now of a semi truck traveling at full speed towards oncoming traffic the wrong way. Truth be known, it doesn’t matter now. It’s not my battle.
Who holds the cards?
It’s been days, and I’m torn realizing that I’ve returned to this empty place that lacks certainty.
I can’t stay here long. I’ll need to start digging soon. Back towards the light. I’ll be praying that she meets me there, in a little town called hope.
With love, Shar
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