A Dark and Stormy Night

I fear I am not strong enough for this. Each day we crawl closer to Christmas, I crack a little more inside. It feels like huge fissures make their way deeper into my soul.

I am not strong enough for this. I don’t know why the gods think I am, but I’m not.

I’ve finally stopped pinching myself. You’re gone. My not wanting it, my insistence that this is just a dream, that you’ll find your way to my doorstep won’t change the fact you’re no longer here. The fact that I don’t want it to be true won’t bring you back.

And yet, here I stand. One more day, an hour or two closer. And somehow I’m still on my feet.

Fly high and safe travels wherever you are.