All Will Come Together

We search.
We walk among others or we walk alone.
We’ve been told everything will fall into place, that the dark tunnels will turn into a sunrise up ahead.

Life has some beautiful scenes, yet…there is too much stress that drains our blood, at times it’s hard to make a stand.

We read the self help quotations, the aphorisms and we pray silently.
What do you do when the devil is disguised as an angel?
When there is no clear path to any destination.
When love is just not enough?

We search.
We crawl through the sewers, penlight in hand. The battery is low and we are running out of time.

I wonder and question, my silent cries seemingly unanswered. Are they?
I’ve been here before…abandoned and left to walk the streets in the rain. I walked for miles up Coney Island Avenue hoping the rain covered my tears.
I kept moving, somehow I found my way.

Sometimes I just feel like a snowball of hurt rolling down a snowy hill. But I also know that somehow, everything will come together, it always has.
Just as a producer the night before opening night fears that everything is going wrong…the curtains will rise.