It doesn't matter what you believe, only
that you do.
And Jesus is good enough, but
that's not the whole story either.
After your mom left and took you girls
I thought I'd never fall asleep
and it was that way for days.
Nights became mornings became another night,
impenetrable dark and every
unwelcome nightsound magnified
by night's camouflage. The small apartment
rattled with the traffic of footsteps
and laughter from the neighbors. I was lonely
for them, for anyone, any sound
other than the heater as it shook at 4am,
grumbling to a slow wake in the dead of
that winter. But listen--
all that was dead inside me
made me live.
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