echoes in the cave, 10
i’ve hit a wall,
and it’s pushing back.
i’m reaching, searching for light,
and all i see is black.
i’m grasping for the hold, the touch,
and on the other side is slack.
you gave me words and courage for this,
it’s just hard to keep track.
your love and goodness here abundant,
yet all my spirit musters is lack.
i can’t do this on my own,
the weight and heavy only stacks.
come what may, i just want you,
anything but you pulling back.
from the journal, 8/7/26