Searching for what is in front of me.


Standing here; still, unmoving, wondering. Is it that my faith is weak or is the fear of the unknown?

It is a not-so certain reality that I step out alone.

Perhaps it is my imagination …

But my memory is short of the times past that I’ve never been cast aside with nary a hand from divine intervention.


The air chills my lungs with each breath as I walk on … Knowing the answer.


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