Leaning
As I navigate life after my son's suicide,
it is hard to answer the question "How are you doing?"
I am working, eating, sleeping, living, yet,
it doesn't feel like I am fully living
Life feels muted and dull and my emotions
are everywhere, up and down and in chaos sometimes
but most of all, I am not operating on my own
I am feeling God's presence every day and when
it doesn't feel like I can take another step on my own,
I can hear him whisper in my ear "lean on me"
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