 Lake Waco Heartbreaking is not even in the same universe as what I am feeling.
I die every moment of every day. My body convulses and forms a cavity around itself. The howling of a thousand wounded animals echoing out through the night is a whisper compared to the wounded animal within me. Written August 27, 2022
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 Cameron Park River Trail Waco, Texas I wonder what he saw that invited such kindness towards me.
Was it the exposed wound I wore on my face as masked smile? Was it the way I sat down under the weight of a broken reality? Maybe it was my blood shot eyes unable to produce another tear? Only he knows why. All I know is in my drowning a hand plunged into the waters of my grief and held me up to breathe. A grace. A gift. A pure gift. Written August 11, 2022 |
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