I rage with tears streaming down my cheeks. The anger boiling over in harsh whispers as I struggle to surrender. To give up a fight which is not mine.
I am afraid.
I am scared of what will happen. The attempt (and fail) to control, to make better.
I have unspoken, unknown dreams. I am afraid of my desires.
I am scared I will look deeply into my life and adore what I see.
What if I hate it?
I dread the thought of joy being a simple choice. If it’s so simple, why is it so hard?!