Nightmare

It's funny how you never forget a nightmare.


I see it coming at me. It’s eyes are dark and malevolent. It moves slowly, watching me, then pauses. It rushes forward.

The Innocent Ones are in my protection, but who am I to save? I feel I am incapable, and so I lose my control. My confidence shatters. The Innocents look at me with their peaceful, trusting eyes. I tense, feel fear, dread the moment when they will slip from my grasp.

I wake with my fingernails pressed into my palm, relax my hand, and see the red crescent-shaped marks.

I Have a Problem

But I already know the answer.

It's putting what you know into action that is the hard part.

God, help me. Please.

I have the hardest time...with people I care about. I need to reassure them of how much they mean to me.