My Mother Once Told Me I Was

You Seemed So Desperate, Like You Might Drown If Someone Didn't Save You.

Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing.

I Could No More Have Stopped Myself From Feeling That Sadness Than You Could Stop Yourself From Smelling An Apple That Has Been Cut Open On The Table Before You.

How Many Times Already Had I Encountered The Painful Lesson That Although We May Wish For The Barb To Be Pulled From Our Flesh, It Leaves A Welt That Doesn't Heal?

Sometimes We Get Through Adversity Only By Imagining What The World Might Be Like If Our Dreams Should Ever Come True.