One Step up,
I look down,
I'm okay.
Two Steps up,
I look down,
yep, I'm still okay.
I've made it to the 5th step.
I look down,
The butterflies began to move.
Nervousness starts to creep in.
But, I'm okay.
I climb some more.
One more.
Two more.
Three more.
I resist the urge to look down.
I climb six more steps.
I look down.
WHOAaa...
I'm dizzy.
I'm scared.
I'm about to panic.
GOD HELP ME!
I don't know if I can go on.
My heart hurts. I hate it. I hate the nerves that end in my delicate love muscle. Super sensitive, left to feel; I feel every damn thing. I hate the thoughts that float in my over active, hyper aware, thinking muscle. Ideas, hopes, dreams and wishes fighting one another to understand reality. My muscles don't work together. My brain and my heart seem to hate each other. They lead my body and soul into conflict. I'm asking, I'm begging, I'm pleading, and I'm PRAYING! Make this easier for me. Make the rest of this journey easy for me.
