“…The mirage of water cannot quench.
But is so beautiful to the thirsty.
I’m afraid. Of never knowing another life.
Different. So different.
If I let go, will You take me higher?
Above grief, want, loss.
Above all that I’ve ever known.
Take me higher. Unbind me from the earth.
Like a vaccine, it sickens, to make you stronger.
The stab is temporary. The freedom, eternal.”
~ Yasmin Mogahed
I thought one breaks after a certain point. Instead, its becoming numb…now that’s scary, isn’t it? A twig cannot bend forever, can it? It is bound to snap into two at some point. But beyond all of that, what if it doesn’t break? What if it gets numb, without breaking? Now, that should be of some concern, shouldn’t it?