When We Are Afraid of the Dark
I am always amazed at the human spirit and what we can and will do to survive. What we are able to endure. When we feel we can't gasp one more meagre breath into our lungs, we manage to eek out the smallest half gasp which leads to another and another until we are able to fill our lungs. When we think we can't rise again - simply cannot pick ourselves up one more time - this time was surely the last wound our souls can withstand - we steady ourselves and with a mighty keening roar, half desperation half determination - we pull ourselves upright, back straightened, shoulders back, firmly planting feet and stare back at our adversary. Sorry - this is not the time you will destroy me either. I'm a little angry at the moment. I grew up learning to be polite. Respectful. Find the silver lining. Make lemons out of lemonade. See the best in people. I also went to church so I was taught to forgive. Do unto others. Turn the other cheek. Love the unlovable. And there was