Don’t assume you know exactly what is going on in my life based on what you see.  Do I know your fears, your hurts, your shame?  What runs around in your brain like a terrified filly during those lonely twenty minutes before you fall asleep?  What things have you done that you deeply regret?  What parts of yourself do you want to fix and make better?

Can you face them?

Can I rummage around in your closet like others have done in mine (literally)?  Poke through your confidential files and information, then repackage your identity how I want it to look?  Destroy your family?  This is called many names; gossip, slander, libel, defamation, hate speech, obstruction of justice, failure of human rights and the eleventh hour for humanity.  Whispers fill the air with an invisible toxin which fills the earth and ignites the crowds.  You fan the flames of riot.

We all know that what we see barely scratches the surface.  You have to look beyond yourself to see deeper and higher.

I’m not your footstool out of hell, but I will give you a hand.  Just know that if you bite the hand that saves you, I will let go.  I am not God.

You can even live alongside someone and not know them.  You are the prison for yourself.  We are not shooting pool here; that’s barely table scraps.  This time it is for keeps.  Or ’till death do us part.

Let the bridges I burn light the way.

The Fox