Crossroads

You know, when things pile up on you and you feel there is only so much you can take, and that the next thing that breaks, fails, lands on your shoulders will break you, shake you, move you around, like a rag doll, arms and legs helplessly flapping about, head too, so your neck almost breaks, and the last thing you can imagine is that there is a way out of this, that there is a silver lining, the sun is alive behind those dark clouds, that you will be able to catch your breath once again without feeling the cold hand closing in around your heart, your brain, your lungs, making it painful to even be....



...then, just before you break... fate gives you an ounce of hope. Good news. Miracle.



My shit has been on hold. Now I am finally able to catch my breath normally, for a long, long time. It's not good. But it will be. The fear has left me.