Each day as it comes, I say a little prayer… “Grant me the strength” is the core of it all. Not because I feel I lack, but because you can never have enough of.
The battle continues daily, not just what I can see or know, but more of what the world doesn’t see or know. It’s that dirty little secret, you wear on your sleeve, praying that when you wipe your nose, it doesn’t smear all over your face. I keep it tucked away into the hem of the sleeve, but every now and again, when I forget I pull my sleeves up and forget that it remains exposed… then the questions starts, why? how? and when?
Answers I might not even have answers to, or that I, myself have been trying to find answers to.
It does that to you, you loose all sense of direction.
It is then not only the world, that does not see, but you get blinded as well.