Reflections on life, truth, faith, love, introspection, and transformation.

Why do I cling to the blade that penetrates me?
Perhaps to be sure it doesn't move anymore than it has.
That the amount of damage I have sustained is hopefully just the right amount.
That one more inch would destroy everything.
That if I just stay right here forever I might be suffering, but I will survive.
That my survival in this circumstance is preferable over the risk of something else.
How could I afford to risk something else when I'm already so wounded?
I better cling tighter, until I am ready to let go.

What are you holding on to?
Is it time to let go?