Lately, I’ve been sitting in the darkness holding onto a small spark of hope. That may seem like a dire place to be, but I find comfort in it. Not every spark can be confident and bold. Some need nurturing and guidance. I tend to be drawn to those that require a little love and care. I always have been. Even at the expense of my own health.
I made a mistake. A costly one. I wish I could hit the rewind button. I wish I took my medicine that day. I wish I ate that day. I wish I did a lot of things differently that day. But, I didn’t and I said things and did things I can’t take back and now trust has been broken. Maybe irreparably and forever. Only time will tell.
For now, all I can do is hold that spark as close as it will let me. Maybe someday, it will let me back into its heart and we can eventually light up a room together. I’d like that a lot.
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