A Question

Everyday I type a sentence, then retract it. It is slightly different everytime, but the essence remains the same. I am fighting patterns within myself, because this time must equal change and the question I feel I have to ask, the answer will either make me unhappy or uneasy. My fingers hit the keys, I hover over send, I reread what I have typed, then I watch as I delete what I have written. I do this daily. And though my habit would be to blurt the question, only pausing a moment to ask myself, "Should I ask?" I know the power of humans to adapt, change, overcome. So I will continue to type, read, delete until I no longer feel the question needs to be answered, until I can let go completely.