“Everything I let go of had claw marks on it.”

Sitting this morning, realizing You were there all along.

All through her drunken tirades, and his violent reactions. All through the High School bullying and the college dissipation. All through that horrible year teaching at that once-dream job in a suburban High School.

It was You, there with me—all along.

morning breeze

the rumble of a passing

motorcycle