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Show 352 At The Core Faith has come to my home to talk with me here. "I can't let it go," I am saying. I know I must. I know that I will be the one to suffer if I cannot get beyond these feelings. Dr. Emerson has rationalized his words as justified, assuming them as best for all concerned, so he told me, including me. There will be no apology! I have been speaking of these things to Faith for some time now, angry. Just angry. Faith is pondering my carpet. I know by now that, by her silence, she is framing an idea to hang before my angry spirit for consideration. "There is something you are not saying," she is beginning. "Something more at the core." She is leaning towards me now and I know that she will say something difficult for me to hear. "What are you really afraid of?" she has said. I am searching my innermost thoughts and my most private feelings for that which is most frightening. There is a sinking as I find one that leaves me hollow within, as I extract it from its hiding, as I place it into words. "That it's true," I am beginning. I cannot continue. |