The line hasn’t returned to me
It’s been some months… some weeks… some days…
I’ve searched for it
Ad nauseam
But I can’t seem to revisit that space.
Maybe I’ve drifted so far beyond this line, I can no longer see shore
I do know that during this journey, I’ve been confident less often
And questioned my actions a lot more
On the outside I display conviction
But inside, I’m scared… scared to my very core
It doesn’t matter that I dress myself in the fabrics
Worn by the heroes who have come before
The most stalwart of individuals
Steadfast, resolute, unwavering…demure?
They’re not me… I’m not them
My faith is as straight as a circle
Not strong enough to endure
The constant white noise
That’s convinced me that I’m nothing
And no good can come from nothing
Why should anyone believe me
Believe in me
Follow me…
When I find it so hard to believe in myself.
It was during this low point, that I saw the line again…
