There is an answer

by Leeana Burch

There is a way, there is an answer, and there is a destination. I don’t know in which direction or where the direction is, but the concept of such exists and I know it. I can’t see where I’m headed, and what I’ll lose, but I know it’s better than where I’ve ever been.

I still don’t know if I’m going up or down, left or right, or even spirals. But I’ll get there. I have to. I don’t care if I don’t know or am not told why. The reason is beyond spiritual. They don’t know or understand why I continue. They don’t understand the purpose, the drive, the reason. But why would they? And yet, even so. I must. It isn’t because the others deemed “we” or “people” said so. I’m the one in it all rooting and I pick myself back up. It’s the purpose, it’s a purpose.

There’s a hand I’m waiting to take, and I may not know the card's face, but I recognize the sensation of that palm. It brought me life and gave me the first harsh push, but it isn’t exactly my mother's. Maybe it is my own? Who cares? It’s mine to hold and I know I will find it. I don’t know how much longer I must walk, run, or jog– if I’m even moving. But I will continue. No matter how much I’m deferred or deferred from my plight. I am not given the gift of knowing, of knowledge. So, assume from the fact:

The one named “I” IS YOU.