Maybe

There are times in my life, when I succumb to the pain. So much darkness overwhelms me. I don't have the strength to hold my head up.

I'm so grateful to borrow his strength. I borrow his strength to continue on. Fighting the good fight. Pretending I have the strength to go on.

He bolsters me, when I feel weak. When change swirls about me, leaving me weak and confused. I seek growth in the confusion. I wish for it to stop.

I seek clarity in the pain. I seek shelter in the storm. I want to run, maybe hide from reality. That's not an option for me. A slap in the face pulls me up short.

Meet pain with pain.

Meet strength with strength.

Plans change.

Destinies, no longer reality.

Goals become remote, but not forgotten.

I continue to reach, unending in the scope of things.

I want to feel again.

Love.

Pain.

What is the difference?

Maybe I will learn.