Somehow the blind is still closed

But it’s 11:18 AM…so why?

Morning is almost done but I still haven’t let the blinds open.

This isn’t my normal…or maybe it is?

I cannot remember how many months I have walked through this year without being

Overwhelmed by

Fear and brokenness

Didn’t I find myself in this same bed,

Drenched in these salty tears

Asking the question which I find myself repeating again:

Why am I so broken?

If I touch someone, or let them in…will I break them too?

Why…. why am I so scared?

Terrified to say, no, to ask

Why am I so scared?

And here comes the tears again…

Breath

Breath, Abigail

Breath again

Now one more time

Maybe this time you’ll get the words out…

If Maya could find her voice again after being so afraid of the power of truth, you, Abigail, can do it too!

So, breath,

Listen…

The right souls destined to listen

Will come

Hear

And, love

Just breath.

－🌿 Abigail