Half-true

Everything I believe in is shattering into pieces.

A new me is being born.

It hurts so much because of that.

My God, please make it easy.

I am afraid.

And that means I’m on the right path.

Either I will go mad

or something incredible will come out of this.

Is there a middle ground? I don’t know.

I am so afraid.

But do I want the middle ground?

No.

I will not settle.

Not for the middle.

Not for the crumbs.

Not for the half of it.

I will not settle.

My God, please make it easy.

Make it so I don’t have to carry what I can’t.

Or let me meet the ones who know how to carry it.

Because it turns out it’s not enough for me to be able to carry it.

I also need to meet those who know how to carry it.

Even with prayers,

with wishes,

with intentions—

you have to find the right way to hold them.