I'm not sure if I am making a difference or if I am running at full speed from a truth I cannot accept! When I was young, fifteen or so, I would lock my room door at night, check the closet over and over for someone or something waiting to get me when I slept. I checked under the bed over and over looking for a hand that would touch my leg when I slept. Many nights I stayed awake till almost dawn listening to soul music from far off Indiana or 45's spinning on the record player. I held something or someone at bay then. I wonder if I'm doing that now? I wonder If I am making a difference or if I am running from a truth I cannot accept.
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