I know it would only take a step to crush it into a stain of metaphysical goo, but every time I lift my foot to do it I fear that there are holes in my shoes, or that my ankle is too exposed and that it might get in a fatal bite before I can complete the job.
I need to believe in me and what I can do. Sorrow and fear need to be left behind. It's just not that easy. Not easy at all.
Everyone is apologetic for the crap I'm going through, and I do thank you for that even though it's not your fault. But right now I need your strength more than anything else, and most certainly not pity. There's been enough of that to make me feel like a dog being hauled off to the pound for 'sleep'.
I must be strong. I will be strong. I will spread my invisible wings and do the best that I can do. That's all I can do. My best.
Damn, you'd think I was a drama queen or something...