Sometimes we tell ourselves the most magical of stories…the bedtime stories that keep us safe & warm, make us feel like we’re living to fight another day, the stories that help us get through the night.
I told myself those stories.
I prayed about those stories.
Read them over & over again, like a children’s fairy tale book.
but those stories……Those stories.
So i waiting & waited & waited.
Wished apron a wishing star & said my prayers
waited some more
waited even longer
said more prayers
i’m still waiting
the circle of life
can we just die in our sleep already?
or has my fate already been sealed.
We just wait.