Trickle
Another waiting room, another round of the same, the new. When facing the shadow of our own truth, where do we turn? Inward – Outward – Through Chapter 7 becomes a reflection in the mirror, judgement and projection painted upon my brow. Who do we become, when we are but ourselves? The screen clouds, chairs thrown, brows sweaty with my own fear. Love consumes, holds, pulls us out of the spiral. A flurry of I’m sorry catches me and pulls me in. And yet, the burning question- when and how to forgive the self? Until I do, the rest is…