Where do you go when it feels like the whole world is conspiring to drive you mad?
When all that you honor and hold to be true is shredded and trampled by evil forces disguised as saviors?
Where do you go when rage and grief are intertwined like long abandoned chains
And your effort to tease them apart only adds frustration to the tangled mix?
You pack your heart in a suitcase and go as far away as you can.
You leave those who have taken arms with the devil against you
But also those who have loved you and love you still
In your desperate need to run as fast as you can.
There are choices to make on this journey.
Do you allow yourself to fall prey to the evil lurking within you
and chart your own path of revenge and destruction?
Do you add to the suffering of our suffering world
By magnifying your rage and grief
And projecting them onto others?
Or do you search along the way
To find your better angels wherever they have flown?
Do you place the tangled chains in God’s hands
With no request but to accept them?
Do you muster the courage to find your way home
And unpack your heart
But beating still.
You must choose
But perhaps it does not have to be today.
Debra Rose Brillati