The silence stares at us...
Questioning. Waiting. As if straining to hear...
Bated breaths coming in reply.
The three of us stare back. Lost. Blank stares of our own. Swallowed by the night. Slinking into shadows.
Just when the answers started coming.
Just then...
I walk up the stairs; struggling for every scrap of dignity. Steadying my steps. My head floating. My chest about to burst. Butterflies gone wild in my stomach.
I try to stare back at every eye that meets my own.
Searching for answers in faces full of questions.
So many questions...
I think it's time I commit myself to really pray for someone. Make that a few people. They need it. God knows they do. I need to bring them There. So hard it should come like breathing.
So hard...Labels: inside the self, ragings, the walk |
