an annunciation, with the meter running

“Kids. Are. So strong. Resilient. You give them. Your love. And they are fine. They can handle anything. Believe…”

Many more words came from this man I never saw, but his words turned into clouds around me. Eight years ago, they enveloped me and evaporated me. They imploded my well-constructed mental merry-go-round for living life as a high-functioning lie. And, they made plainly obvious everything from the uncomfortable fact that I was collapsing to the experiential fact that angels do walk among us. Or, sometimes, drive taxis.

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