Everything is wrong...more wrong than it should be. I just can't take all of it...not anymore. Its like being in a room and the walls are slowly closing in on you. Try as you may and push as you might, escape ain't coming. And as bad as all of that seems, your child is right there in the thick of it. And so...do you cry out for help? Yes, but no one comes. They see you and hear you, but NO one comes. And they are supposed to be Christians!
So, then? Do you bang on the walls, try unsuccessfully to climb them, scratch at them with your nails until your hands are bruised and bloody? Yes, lets say you do. What good does it do? It is to no avail.
Okay, now what? You aren't going to give up are you? Not now after all of this effort, that would be rude to "the cause" and estrange you from your own mind, which (by the way) has been splitting at the seams for quite some time now and is about ready to come undone.
No, delusional one...you pray. You pray hard and long and tearfully and earnestly. You get on your knees and cry out to be saved, rescued from your unjust plight. Are you able to get out then? Does your child stop crying and do you take him in your arms and leave straightaway through the miraculous door that appears out of nowhere???
No. No one comes. Nothing happens. Your child is still sad and you watch as the room gets smaller and claustrophobia sets in. You think again of those people, those supposed believers like yourself, who are just beyond the room and who have the power to at least ATTEMPT a rescue...and you cry even more because you realize that their selfishness and unconcern is too insurmountable a wall to climb. So you crunch down in the tiny space and pray once more for relief...escape...victory or even triumph...
Does it come???
I'll
Let
You
K n o w ....
~ Empress of Felines
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