I sit with this pounding headache.
Contemplating the project.
God's kindness to me in His confirmation.
Seeming to provide me with a bit of time.
To be alone.
Because alone with Him is the only possibility.
The only way, I think.
To get free.
"The only way out is through."
And so I must...
Walk through the ring of fire.
To have a life of sorrow singed.
Because I need my wings.
So I can fly.