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A SERIES OF SHORT STORIES ABOUT MY VISION FAST IN DEATH VALLEY
Sometimes We Just Need To Bleed
Part 3/5 — Day 2 Fasting
Sun is rising
in the east and
the shadows reflect
what I need to see
even if I don’t believe
in forgiveness, for my heart
aches to meet my soul because
I’m thirty-seven years old and
it’s time to let it all go.
I feel the tug-of-war between my two selves. Parts of me fight to hold on to the stories of pain and victimhood. Parts of me pull to block out the noise calling me to sit with myself in the unknown.
Who will win this war?
The shadows slowly fade as the sun rises, and I can feel the whispers of anger, fear, and shame defend why I need to stay asleep.
I take a few deep breaths.
One breath…Two breaths…Three breaths…
I open my eyes and scream at the caverns while the echoes of my pain shout back at me.
I’m exhausted and I’m trying to be optimistic
I’m fighting to find my identity
I’m so lost
What is the remedy?
