Four hours earlier, I’m stubbornly insisting that I can handle the process alone, that I’m ready. I assured anyone that would listen, to my thoughts at least, that I didn’t need to see anyone to have them fix what I’m going through. I’m fully capable of maneuvering the dark waters myself. I didn’t think of this conversation the moment I was sitting on the bench, sobbing, desperately pleading that someone come to walk me inside. I didn’t think of it as I begrudgingly walked inside when no one came to hold my hand. I didn’t think of it until I was explaining how it felt to be sitting there alone. It’s often that easy to forget that we get exactly the things we ask for, especially if we’re ready.
Glass
I thought the glass was there to keep me out
I think the glass was there to keep me safe
my perception anyway
A barrier to protect, distance from evil
I said alone I’d face this retrieval
You’re scared to come out
I see your pain
I can protect you, you’re safe
Don’t you see that monster I’ve slain?
How can I help you? What will it take?
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 