Fear…lots of it
Why? What? Why me??
It’s your fault.
If it had happened, I deserved it.
I turned towards the window.
Wiped the tear running down my cheek rather quickly.
I looked up.
To the air, to the sky, TO GOD and whispered
“Get me out of this”.
I’ll never know what would’ve, or what could’ve happened that day BUT I know what did.
What I thought I wanted, I didn’t find.
I found You.