Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Eighty-Six
I send her a text at 3 a.m: “Please try to whisper or go to bed.”
No alarm, but up with the sun. At least it’s after 6.
I grab three sausage links. I could eat more, but I will leave some for the kids.
Slow and steady.
This might not have been planned “correctly,” but I’m going no matter what.
Affirmations.
“We are here for miracles.”
The sacredness of the space.
Visions of eagle eyes; the color red; myself in an empty room screaming. The tears come, and there is no stopping them now.
Someone places a heart-shaped stone in my hand.
I take another pill.
Look at this life that I’ve manifested. It is so hard right now, but it is still so beautiful.
To be seen.
