The fear.

(Seemed like a good photo for today….. it is foggy outside, very foggy.)

The fear.

Fear of getting one’s hopes up
Fear that the loss of the past will be the loss of the present

I took another test. I keep checking to make sure i’m not bleeding.

I go see the doctor next week, until then, it’s just Daddy and me in a cocoon of fear and hope and can’t concentrate on anything.

Published by kayliametcalfe

Queer,loudmouth,skeptical-agnostic-pagan,book addict,coffee lover,wine drinker, SAHM,writer,editor,producer,podcaster. -She/her

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