Fear; so deadly, yet opens a part of us we refuse to acknowledge. Fists clenched with hope that fear will not latch itself onto me longer than it should. Like a leech, she takes every ounce of what I have worked so hard to sustain.
But I choose to stay in your silence,
one that breeds strength.
The space tethers between reclaiming
every piece of what’s left of our togetherness
and the final surrender of our hearts.
I hope you’re praying.
I pray for you.