March 24 2018

Troubled Waters


Sometimes I feel like an old squirrel, who has ran to the end of the branch and doesn’t know which way to jump. I’ll pause, and take a deep breath, before I make that next leap because I’m not sure if there is anything there to catch me when I do.

What does one do, upon hearing a wish, one that you hope would never become true. If you can make a persons wish become a reality should one? Isn’t the wish, exactly what the heart desires.

What’s the point? I’m not sure anymore…maybe there isn’t a rhyme or reason to it. The reality of it, is hidden and the truth isn’t spoken. It’s the elephant in the room no one talks about.

When there is talk, it’s sharp, uneasy, and forced. Long periods of silence before a sudden explosion of anger forces one to utter something, even if it’s just a curse at the darkness and the loss of light.

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One Response to “Troubled Waters”

  1. Juanita says:

    Been a long time watcher of the squirrel cam since Alaska days. I pop in occasionally to see what new animals have arrived in your world. I’ve read this post a couple of times and just decided to finally comment. It’s hard to hear the sadness in your post. Just wanted you to know that I’m sending good thoughts and prayers. And perhaps all the squirrels (and other animals) that you have loved and cared for are doing the same.

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